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Final Threat – Chapter 40 – Hidden Monsters

Photo credit: Tambako the Jaguar / Foter.com / CC BY-ND

Photo credit: Tambako the Jaguar / Foter.com / CC BY-ND

Jill stared at the clock on the wall, willing it to go faster.  The teacher’s lecture held no interest for her today.  She’d been home two weeks and although returning to school seemed a little boring, she didn’t mind it until today.  She reread the text on her phone and smiled.  After suffering together through the autonomous rule of the Wolf King, Ulvarg, Robbie and Layla were coming for a little recreation and fun.  Layla’s translocation from the realm of the wolf clan to the human world would begin today.  Jill knew her disassociation from the pack might be hard so her parents had insisted she stay with them for as long as she needed to become accustom to life as a human.

The final bell rang and Jill sprang from her chair.  She rushed through the halls and deposited her backpack in her locker for the weekend.  Another text buzzed into her phone.  She read it as she exited the building and headed toward home.

“We’re here!  Hurry home!”  Jill laughed and picked up the pace as she texted back a list of things they were going to do.  She’d gotten pretty inventive on the activities and knew her friends would enjoy them.  She turned a corner and almost ran into a man coming the other way.  She looked up briefly to mumble an apology but never got the chance.

Jill’s head buzzed and ached as she fought her way up from unconsciousness.  She felt the movement of a vehicle and opened her eyes.  She lay in the back of a an old squad car, her hands and feet bound tight.  She rose as far as she could and glanced at the driver.  Officer Billy.

“This is kidnapping,” she snapped.

“Since you’re not really human, I don’t think it matters much.”  He smiled, glancing in the rear view mirror and met her gaze.

“My father will kill you for this,” Jill said as she struggled against the restraints.  Her fingers tingled.  The ropes cut into her circulation and made moving almost impossible.

“I certainly hope he tracks you down.  Your blood is too much like your mother’s.  Your DNA hints at something abnormal but it’s not conclusive.  I think once Doctor Pendergast has a look at you he might be able to detect your non human heritage.  Kidnapping you adds a special incentive though.  Your father will track you down and when he does, we’ll have the right specimen to test.  We might even try to get a hold of his lovely bride, Rebecca.  A whole family of lab rats just waiting to unlock the secrets of finding and traveling to other worlds.

Guilt ran through Jill’s veins like ice water.  She shivered at the thought of her father being used as an experiment.  Anger rose above the guilt and she struggled even harder against the ropes.  Jill kicked at the door and contorted her body trying to find something that would help her get free.  Officer Billy swerved  and slammed on the brakes.  Jill fell to the floor of the car, her movements limited even further.

“You can’t do this!”  She yelled.  She continued kicking her feet and twisting her wrist against the ropes until her skin burned and bruised for her efforts.  Panic set in as she looked out the window.  They were headed up the mountain.  She saw only rock on one side and sky on the other.  Jill felt a tingle in the back of her skull.  Her vision blurred and she thought she might pass out.  She gasped and sucked in air.  Her limbs trembled against her will as the sensations began to spread all over her body.  She wanted to cry out but the only sound her lips produced was a low growl.

The shift took over.  Jill snapped her eyes shut as she felt her body morph and shift.  Her limbs became slender and long.  The ropes loosened around them and  pulled free of the restraints.  When she opened her eyes, her vision seemed clearer but oddly muted of color.  She gasped and righted herself, pushing against the front seat in an effort to understand the transformation. 

“Settle down back there!”  Officer Billy yelled.

The anger rose again, pushing down the panic and fear.  Jill jumped up on the back seat and lunged for the grate between her and Officer Billy, her teeth bared  and a feral snarl escaping her lips.  He swore and swerved dangerously across the road.  The car slid against the bare rocks and knocked Jill off balance.  Rocks scraped against metal and shattered the glass before Billy snatched the wheel right and they careened across to the other side.  The car smashed the guard rail, bounced back and hit it again.  Jill’s feral mind registered the open window and leapt out in one bound.  She hit the asphalt and turned just to see the car push past the barrier and slide down the steep embankment.  A lone car came around the curve blaring its horn.  Jill scampered across the road and down the embankment.  Her new limbs moved effortlessly and she found the climb easy.  The car lay on it’s top, one wheel spinning while others lay mangled in the heavy underbrush.  Jill smelled gasoline and death.  Circling the car she saw Billy hanging from his seat.  His eyes were open but unseeing and a gash across what was left of his forehead signaled his mortality and threat were gone.

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The New King – Chapter 38 – Hidden Monsters

Photo credit: Moha’ Al-Bastaki / Foter.com / CC BY-NC
 
 
 

They stood silently facing each other.  Layla showed no fear of the guard who stood before her, his sword drawn and gleaming by his side.  She inclined her head as an acknowledgement.  He did the same.  With exaggerated flourish, he pulled his sword high and saluted the princess.  Holding the sword across his palms, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head.

“My sword is yours now, Princess.”

“I have no need of your sword, Sir.  My father’s poisonous reign is over.  Our clan requires a new King.” 

She glanced around at the faces watching her.  She caught Jill’s eye and smiled.  Finally, Layla looked toward her uncle, who managed to wrap a cloth around his bleeding shoulder.  They exchanged a meaningful look before she turned back to the pack.    

“As heir to the throne I must confess that I cannot remain here.  It’s a complicated and weighty decision but I must leave this realm.   However, as my first and final official decree, I appoint Veelka as King.”

Jill watched as Veelka approached his niece.  He looked lousy after his battle with The Grey but moved with as much dignity as he could muster.  Jill watched the eyes of the other wolves around them and saw relief everywhere she looked.  As Veelka ascended to the throne, many of the guards helped to remove the dead bodies from the throne room before they could become bloated.  Others took positions beside Veelka as personal guards.

“It might be a little early to say but I think the war will be averted.  Veelka will have a lot to smooth out with the jackals but no one wants more bloodshed,” Tom whispered.

Jill gasped as she remembered something horrible.

“What’s wrong?”  Tom asked.

“Robbie!”

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