Free Dom Wars Round Five by Lucian Bane

yards to my right of the first.
    My blood froze right in my veins. Two wolves. Close. Smelling my blood? No fucking doubt and I was pretty sure they'd just informed the whole pack. Even now, a chorus of replies rang out from various parts of the woods. Hope it wasn't my blood they'd picked up. Maybe they'd found my blood by the first tree. I'd left a clear trail to my current location with that wound. Where I stood helpless and defenseless, bound and waiting to be supper.
    My gut churned and my throat ached. Yelling for the preacher, for help, would only spur the ultimate predators on.
    A faint rustling snuffling noise caught my attention, drawing steadily closer. Holy fuck, it was just outside my range of vision, and circling around. Smart bastard. It smelled blood and fear, and figured I was incapacitated, so it didn't waste effort with stealth. Or maybe it was deliberately trying to scare me more. Either way, it worked. Cold sweat chilled my skin while my heart pounded out of control.
    The urge to hold my breath hit about the time a pale wolf moved into view. It stood staring, its head up and scenting the air. After a few seconds, it blinked, dropped its head and moved a little closer.
    "Go on! Get out of here!" I shouted. "Preacher, you better get the fuck back here! This wolf wants me for supper!" I put all my rage toward the preacher, my father, and Dom Wars into that yell.
    The wolf whined a little and moved back and dropped to its belly, waiting and watching. It wasn 't afraid because it had a whole pack not far away. Another one yipped in the close distance, and more howls followed.
    When the wolf watching me sat up on its haunches with an eager whine, I started yelling in earnest. A second one came out of the trees and greeted my watcher with wagging tail and sniffs.
    Family reunion completed, the pair of wolves approached, heads down and wary of all the noise I was making. If I 'd been able to throw a stick or rock or something, they might have kept their distance. But since I did nothing but make noise, they advanced, bolder with each step.
    The y paused a few feet away, then one darted in and nipped, tugging at my pant leg, ripping away a mouthful of denim along with another roar of sheer terror in the form of the word Preacher!
    The newcomer suddenly darted in and grabbed a mouthful of my pant leg. I yelled even louder, and jumped as much as my bonds would allow. Startled a little, it leaped back, tearing away a nother strip of denim.
    In that instant, the secret that makes wolves the ultimate predator s revealed itself. While my attention was on the newcomer and what it was doing, the first came in close for a slashing bite at my other leg. Teeth tore through my jeans and into my skin with white-hot intensity, tearing a hoarse cry of agony and fear from my throat.
    Something big moved nearby, bigger than the wolves. I managed to open my eyes for a glimpse, and spied the first wolf lying on its side while dark liquid spread from under it. Glancing around warily, I spotted the second beast just as it made a leap for something large just out of my line of sight.
    A muffled curse reached me, then a series of thuds and yelps ensued. The wolf raced away across the area in front of me, tail tucked and ears down.
    "You still alive, Bane?" The preacher stalked around the tree, one hand clamped around his opposite forearm.
    A rush of pure relief flooded me. "Motherfucker, I told you those wolves were too close."
    Instead of answering, he just cut me lose. "Injuries?"
    " A bite, just above my knee. Hurt like the devil but I don't think it's too serious." I moved gingerly, restoring circulation and taking stock of all the bumps and bruises and scrapes that were suddenly throbbing and burning with a vengeance. The bite was negligible compared to the intense agony in my left hand.
    Preacher shook his head and dropped his pack to pull out a field first aid kit. In just over a minute, he had a bandage tied around his own right