The Protectors

The Protectors 8

Hey guys, here is the next section to The Protectors. Something was screwy with wattpad when I uploaded this, so the spacing is different, but I hope you like it. Thanks to bittasweet_aftataste for making the book cover. Please vote and comment, and also say if you would like to see something else happen in the story. Thanks-

Medieval

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Flashback to 5 years ago-

"Get them away from me dad." I cried as the ferocious wolves came closer. There were four of them and they had surrounded the blue pickup we locked ourselves in. Surprisingly, the windows hadn't been smashed yet, but it was only a matter of time. One of the wolves was on the roof of the truck, randomly stabbing its claws through the metal hoping it would get something. The other three had a more tactical approach. They were in their human form, hurriedly trying to find a crowbar or something that would smash the windows.

"I know its scary buddy, but don't worry, we will escape." He told me, but the look of doubt was strong upon his face. I didn't see how escape was possible; we were out of gas on a country road with only a shotgun that had three shells in it for protection. Thankfully there was nothing in the bed of the truck that the wolves could use to shatter the windows. I didn't see why they wouldn't just morph into wolves and break the glass, but I wasn't about to correct their flaw.

"We should have been better prepared; I should have seen this coming. It's been five years since this started, and I forgot to bring more shells for the gun." My dad said to himself. I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know what affect twelve year olds words would have on him.

"I'm gonna go out there ok Tyre? As soon as you hear the first shot I want you to run down the road. The village should be only just over that hill." He said while pointing to the horizon. "I love you son, goodbye." He finished. My dad manually unlocked the door, grabbed the shotgun, and ran out of the vehicle screaming to get the attention of the wolves. I unlocked my door as he shot the wolf on the roof and I started running toward the setting sun. There were a series of two more shots and then a scream. I ran blinded by my tears and soon heard heavy panting close behind me. I knew I was dead, but suddenly there was a rifle shot that rung out. It took down the wolf that was chasing me, and the sound of it rung in my ears as I fell to the ground crying. I was more scared now then when my mother had become a werewolf. In a moment there was a shadow that blocked out the fading sunlight. I looked up into the man's piercing blue eyes and stood up.

"Hey kid, my name is Sam, and you will be safe with me." His gruff voice said to me.

"Are you from the village?" I asked him.

"Yes I am, come now." He said.

"Just a sec, I have a question." I said defiantly.

"And what might this question be?"

"Can I be trained to kill wolves like you were?"

"But of course, I have a feeling you will fit right in in my village." He smiled to me. I didn't really trust the man, but I had nowhere else to turn, so I walked over the hill to the village with him.