Free Hair, Greg - Werewolf 01 by Werewolf (v5.0)

scents and sounds that only someone like him, a werewolf or other creature, could decipher.
    He thought about LillyAnna, that he didn’t like using her like this. She’ll be fine , he told himself. He couldn’t be distracted. Stay focused . He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Did I do the right thing?
    He felt the city inhale and exhale the life that existed within its body. The cells that ran through its veins pulsed to their own vibrations. The smells and sounds formed pictures in his mind of the various scenes taking place throughout the metro area. There were moments when he despised what he was, but there were few living creatures that could feel what he was feeling at that moment. And he loved that.
    The heartbeats of the various life forms prowling the streets and the liquor on the breath of passersby evaporated from below. The sound of rats moving about in the sewers mingled with the shuffling feet of the people scurrying above them. There was one specific animal he was searching for, however.
    Landon peered over the city from the building’s roof, observing and waiting, when a distant cry pierced his ears. It was LillyAnna. The killer was there. Running to the edge of the roof, Landon jumped, and transformed before landing on the adjacent roof. People walking below had no idea that above them, a hulking beast was racing on rooftops toward the river, following a course to the East End.
    Werewolves are incredibly fast, but Landon was faster than most. Not because he was on the track team in high school, but as the result of years of hunting, chasing, and catching. He was built for the hunt.
    The howling grew louder as he raced through the woods that lined the Ohio River. Landon never felt the low branches that struck his body. If someone had attempted to look at what was running through the trees, a red blur would have been all they saw. His auburn fur and glowing red eyes moved so quickly that his shape couldn’t be determined.
    He reached the last place he left LillyAnna in about five minutes, a new record. There was no trace of her or the other werewolf. He raised his head to the starry sky and breathed deeply. There, between the gasoline and wood-burning fireplaces, he caught her scent and the other’s. They were close, but on the move.
    He tracked them through the neighborhoods, across the main road, into the fields, and over the train tracks. There he found them. They stood only feet apart, growling, circling, each taking swipes at the other with their massive claws. The blond werewolf was about the same size as LillyAnna—and male. Landon could see a large gash on her back as they completed another circle. His eyes burned hotter.
    Landon jumped forward, and pushed her out of the way landing on top of the other male. The smaller of the two tried to get out from under Landon, but was unable to move. He was too inexperienced, and Landon was too powerful. LillyAnna stepped forward in a provoking manner. Landon liked her spunk, but now wasn’t the time. He growled at her to step away. She growled back.
    The new male tried again to push Landon away, with no result. Seeing that he was outmanned and unable to win, he succumbed and reverted to his human form. Landon and LillyAnna followed suit, but not before she gave the wolf one last growl. All three stood naked by the railroad tracks.
    “You’re just a kid,” Landon said. “What’s your name?”
    “I’m not telling you. You just tried to kill me.”
    “If we wanted you dead,” began LillyAnna, “you’d be that way. Answer the question.”
    “Jamie. My name’s Jamie.”
    “We need to get outta here. Jamie, follow us back to my car. I’ve got clothes there.”
    “The hell I am,” said Jamie.
    “Yeah, the hell you are. You can go with or without physical assistance. The choice is yours.”
    “And don’t try anything funny,” LillyAnna said.
    “Wait a minute. Who the hell are you people?” asked Jamie. “I’m not going anywhere with you.