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toward
Stack’s cabin. He saw his car as he came up over the rocky landscape of the
cabin’s entrance, then noticed a second vehicle that he remembered seeing his
brother in once. Anthony made sure not to make any sudden movements with his
head, in case they were watching through the window. Looking by only moving his
eyes he counted four of his enforcers in werewolf form, sneaking up from behind
the cabin as he rolled to a stop beside the vehicles.
    Stack stepped out on his porch and waited to see what Anthony was
going to do. Anthony hit the kick stand and got off, never acknowledging the
creatures that were moving about in the forest close by. He looked up at Stack,
stood in a comfortable position, sticking one thumb in each of his jean pockets
and smiled with his head slightly tilted.
    “Hey boss man, come to have a beer?” Stack scratched his groin area.
    “You should have thought twice before getting involved in this, Stack,”
Anthony replied slowly walking toward the cabin steps.
    “Brave words for a man that stands...who knows how many to one,”
Timothy claimed stepping out with Gray at his back.
    “You can add one more to that list brother,” Tory stated coming out
around Gray and taking Timothy by the arm.
    “Why am I not surprised to see you here, Tory?” Anthony asked,
stopping a few feet from the steps.
    “Maybe you’re not as smart as you thought you were,” she replied
with a shrug.
    “So this is how it ends,” Anthony said, holding up both hands. “You
kill me so you can have the throne, but you have to explain how you plan to
kill off grandfather, not to mention grandmother, you know she won’t stand for
any of this.”
    “What are you talking about? No one is going to touch, grandfather,”
Timothy yelled.
    “What are you going to tell him about my death? There’s been no
challenge. Grandfather has met Sky and knows all about my plans, just ask the
one that grips your arm, she was there the day they met, or did she fail to
mention that?”
    “He lies!” Tory yelled.
    “You were there,” Anthony yelled back.
    “He’s trying to save his own ass,” Stack remarked.
    “What Timothy? Kill me, find out for yourself. Are you waiting for
something little brother, or shall I go have lunch and come back when you have
become a man, and can do your own dirty work?”
    “Don’t listen to him Timothy, he’s trying to make you angry, they’ll
come,” Tory said, whispering the last.
    “I know, why don’t you just send Gray off
that porch, no Stack...better yet, why not Tory, she does match your spine
best,” Anthony provoked.
    “I’ll explain about your dead corpse when the time comes!” Timothy
screamed diving off the porch.
    “Timothy, no,” Tory screamed, grabbing the sides of her head then
stumbling forward into the post that held up the over hang on the porch.
      Anthony’s body crashed into
the car behind him with Timothy on top with his claw like hand clamped firmly
around his throat. Anthony swung slamming his fist into Timothy’s jaw rocking
him backwards, and then repeated it until Timothy’s grip loosened. As the two
men rolled, fighting and shifting, Gray began
slipping out of his suit as he too began to take on the form of his hidden
beast. Howls erupted violently, surrounding the cabin and incasing it in an eerie onslaught of attack. Stack turned tail at the first sound of
defeat, disappearing into the cabin. Tory jumped off the porch, running for the
car she and Timothy had driven up in. She opened the door, sliding in and
grabbing at the ignition, only to find the keys missing.
    “Looking for these?” Kayla asked, shaking the keys in her hand as
she slid out the back door.
    “You little bitch,” Tory growled, slamming her fist into the
steering wheel.
    Anthony stood over seven feet tall looking down at his fur covered
brother, who lay clutching his throat trying to stop the blood that was gushing
out every time his heart took a beat. Anthony threw back his