thing habitat is a soundproof room. Er, canyon-sized soundstage.
Almost to the top--yeah, I moved fast--I heard Hood howl. Talk about a great zing, thrilled me to the bone. Jack and Fera followed him, and the pack wailed back.
Hood blanketed the room with the thought Anybody touches her and they’re dead.
Fera followed that up with What else do you need to hear, Giselle?
Jack, God love him, yelled, “I’m coming for you, Giselle!”
Which, of course, set all the hair standing up. Bitches realized that Hood and Jack, both, were in the habitat. Losers figured that he was coming after their prize bitch.
You see, this is the craziest thing. I’m the only one that didn’t get the fact that I was the alpha female at Lobos.
My stunt looked insane to all of them. Inspired awe. Probably in everyone except Fera, who knew I was just plain being stupid. Yeah. We’ve worked things out since then.
I realized my foolery when I ran out of running room, found myself at the pinnacle of a precipice with nowhere to run--and bitches leaping up the rocks toward me. They had every intention of taking me out. Kill the alpha bitch, and what’s left? An open position. Right?
On a full moon night, the roof of habitat opens up. Not that it’s open, exactly, but it allows the natural moon to shine in. It was almost bright in there, with the silver laced light glinting off of white rocks and water, and things. I might have marveled at the beauty again, if it weren’t for the snarling coming up the hill toward me.
Yeah. I had an ‘oh shit’ moment.
Backing up, feeling the dirt slip and skitter over the back side of the craggy edge, I dug in my toes. I faced my attackers with a curled lip. Too many looming shapes to fight them all, I singled out the two that had continuously put themselves on Hood.
Sure as anything, I figured I was dead. So, I didn’t wait for the cavalry. Like the schizo bitch that I was, I freakin’ aggressed.
They’re still talking about it. They think it was magnificent.
Fera keeps reminding me that it was suicidal idiocy. We don’t talk about it around Hood.
Without a word, I vaulted into the air, hurtling right into bitch number one, snagging her throat with unerring teeth. We tumbled downhill into bitch two. A boulder stopped that momentum--killing two instantly. The jerk of concussion helped me pull the jugular from one. And with that blood in the air, all hell broke loose.
But Jack, God love him again, came charging up the hill, about a dozen tri-athlete leaps ahead of Hood and Fera. I swear, he took to garou like a fish to water. Got game. Ya know?
When I got bounced by three bitches at once, he hit them in full fury, scattered them and knocked one right over the ledge. I heard him go, “Oophf. Sorry!” But he leaped again--probably to get himself away from the edge, and I lost him in the melee. It wasn’t like I had time to stop and gawk.
Picture losers, bitches, all scrabbling on the side of that hill. A whole lot of ass chasing, slap downs, and noise. I spotted Hood and Fera, I don’t know how. Her white fur reflected.
Hunching in a good spot with my back against the rocks, I slapped a few bitches down, but I was getting worried. They were gaining on me, surrounding me, and I heard them on the back side of the rocks, nails clattering as they tried to get up. The only thing that saved me is that they were lupus born. Unnaturals would have thought about cheerleading pyramids or a fireman’s carry, and lifted each other. But no, they were working on the ‘every man for himself’ principle.
We call that slaughter hill, now. Started the big war. Armageddon.
As quick as it got out of hand, Hood put a stop to it. Well, him and Jack. It’s all a blur. I can’t remember much more.
I do remember a few more wolves flying
Almost to the top--yeah, I moved fast--I heard Hood howl. Talk about a great zing, thrilled me to the bone. Jack and Fera followed him, and the pack wailed back.
Hood blanketed the room with the thought Anybody touches her and they’re dead.
Fera followed that up with What else do you need to hear, Giselle?
Jack, God love him, yelled, “I’m coming for you, Giselle!”
Which, of course, set all the hair standing up. Bitches realized that Hood and Jack, both, were in the habitat. Losers figured that he was coming after their prize bitch.
You see, this is the craziest thing. I’m the only one that didn’t get the fact that I was the alpha female at Lobos.
My stunt looked insane to all of them. Inspired awe. Probably in everyone except Fera, who knew I was just plain being stupid. Yeah. We’ve worked things out since then.
I realized my foolery when I ran out of running room, found myself at the pinnacle of a precipice with nowhere to run--and bitches leaping up the rocks toward me. They had every intention of taking me out. Kill the alpha bitch, and what’s left? An open position. Right?
On a full moon night, the roof of habitat opens up. Not that it’s open, exactly, but it allows the natural moon to shine in. It was almost bright in there, with the silver laced light glinting off of white rocks and water, and things. I might have marveled at the beauty again, if it weren’t for the snarling coming up the hill toward me.
Yeah. I had an ‘oh shit’ moment.
Backing up, feeling the dirt slip and skitter over the back side of the craggy edge, I dug in my toes. I faced my attackers with a curled lip. Too many looming shapes to fight them all, I singled out the two that had continuously put themselves on Hood.
Sure as anything, I figured I was dead. So, I didn’t wait for the cavalry. Like the schizo bitch that I was, I freakin’ aggressed.
They’re still talking about it. They think it was magnificent.
Fera keeps reminding me that it was suicidal idiocy. We don’t talk about it around Hood.
Without a word, I vaulted into the air, hurtling right into bitch number one, snagging her throat with unerring teeth. We tumbled downhill into bitch two. A boulder stopped that momentum--killing two instantly. The jerk of concussion helped me pull the jugular from one. And with that blood in the air, all hell broke loose.
But Jack, God love him again, came charging up the hill, about a dozen tri-athlete leaps ahead of Hood and Fera. I swear, he took to garou like a fish to water. Got game. Ya know?
When I got bounced by three bitches at once, he hit them in full fury, scattered them and knocked one right over the ledge. I heard him go, “Oophf. Sorry!” But he leaped again--probably to get himself away from the edge, and I lost him in the melee. It wasn’t like I had time to stop and gawk.
Picture losers, bitches, all scrabbling on the side of that hill. A whole lot of ass chasing, slap downs, and noise. I spotted Hood and Fera, I don’t know how. Her white fur reflected.
Hunching in a good spot with my back against the rocks, I slapped a few bitches down, but I was getting worried. They were gaining on me, surrounding me, and I heard them on the back side of the rocks, nails clattering as they tried to get up. The only thing that saved me is that they were lupus born. Unnaturals would have thought about cheerleading pyramids or a fireman’s carry, and lifted each other. But no, they were working on the ‘every man for himself’ principle.
We call that slaughter hill, now. Started the big war. Armageddon.
As quick as it got out of hand, Hood put a stop to it. Well, him and Jack. It’s all a blur. I can’t remember much more.
I do remember a few more wolves flying
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