Free Lycan Fallout: Rise Of The Werewolf by Mark Tufo

inches from my own.
    “You have no idea,” I told him breathlessly.
    Oggie bounded over and bit deep. The man’s scream was much more high-pitched, and less manly, than my own. As he pulled the sword out, I could feel the pull of it as the blade dragged across my internal organs. The suction caused it to pop wetly as my body released it. His body was turning and he meant to use the short sword on my dog. I used the only weapon available. As he turned, his neck was exposed. I leaned in and tore into him. I ripped twice with my canines and then I let them sink in as I drank. It was easily the most vile and wonderful thing I think I had ever done.
    I felt like Popeye finally getting his can of spinach; only this spinach was laced with steroids. The little blood that spilled was from where Oggie had torn into him. I discarded his husk just as the first of his troops came through the woods.
    The man froze as he looked at me, my long canines were exposed, blood masked the lower portion of my face, and maybe he couldn’t feel the power radiating off of me, but he sure as hell could feel my murderous intent.
    Oggie turned and growled at the new player to our drama. I upturned my face to the heavens with my arms outstretched by my side.
    I roared.
    I roared with the power that coursed through me. The man tried to turn and run, but I was on him before he knew what hit him. My teeth pierced his main artery; his heart was pumping wildly in its flight reflex, which sent copious amounts of his life-fluid coursing into me. I raised his body over my head when I was done and shattered his bones against the nearest tree. Whoever else had been in the woods that day had seen enough, they left quickly.
    I cursed and alternately thanked Azile as I plodded after her. Whether to thank her or end her life I hadn’t decided yet.
     

CHAPTER 4 –Tommy and Azile
     
    “This isn’t right, Azile,” Tommy said as he tied Oggie up. The dog was whining trying to get back to Mike.
    “He needs to know what we’re up against,” she said indifferently as she tightened up her saddlebags.
    “This isn’t the way to go about it. He almost died.”
    “I wouldn’t have allowed it. You should know me better than that. We’re still talking about Michael Talbot…the man has an uncanny penchant for getting out of trouble.”
    “He has to because of his even more uncanny knack for getting into it.”
    Azile laughed. “The gods favor him, we need him, and if this is what it takes to get him motivated, then so be it.”
    “The gods?” Tommy asked.
    “They are more prevalent now than they have been in centuries.”
    “What gods do the Lycan pray to?” Tommy asked.
    “Let’s go. We need to be as far away from this place as we can when he emerges. I fear he will be blinded by anger and may not listen to reason.”
    “I can’t imagine why,” Tommy replied. “Are you so sure he’ll follow?”
    “I’m not, but he will feel that some measure of payback is called for.”
    “Just what I want, a pissed of Talbot gunning for me.”
    “Relax, it’s me he’s angry at.” Azile smiled.
    They had traveled along the small trail for a few hours when they came across a felled tree.
    “You there, stop!” a voice called out from the woods. “There is a toll to pass through these woods.” A burly, sparse-whiskered man emerged from the woods. A broken sword in his right hand and a flask in the left from which he took a large swig. He wiped his mouth as the amber liquid sluiced down his chin.
    “What would that toll be?” Azile asked.
    “You’re a woman?” the man asked, raising his glassy gaze to Azile’s high perch.
    Azile removed her hood. “I’ve been told that, yes.”
    “You’re a looker.” The man leered and laughed. “The price was merely your lives…now I think I’ll have to raise it.”
    “If you pull that little shriveled thing you call a cock out of your pants I will cut it off and make you chew it. Slowly I might add,” Azile