Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 80

They're coming in so fast, and there are so many of them.

How in the hell is my little group of ragtag volunteers supposed to distract them without getting ourselves killed.

I looked up at the sky for answers.

And I actually got some.

The trees.

The roofs.

It's a long shot, but it could work.

"Follow me everyone!" I ran off towards Wolfie's above ground arsenals.

But first we need to get everyone else as strapped as I am.

We ran building to building, trying our best to keep from drawing the attention of the hybrids now running through our streets.

It occurred to me that the only reason I haven't been ripped to shreds by dozens of hybrids by now is because the group that I'm with is somewhat masking my scent.

The hybrids have no concern for the weaker scents of the pack, probably saving them for last.

I sent a quick thanks to the Moon goddess for my luck but felt a twinge of guilt in my chest. I need to hurry up and get into the fight. It's not fair that I'm just sitting pretty while my house and pack are fighting for their lives.

I tried to pick up my pace in anticipation but realized the others were having trouble keeping up.

I tried to take a deep breath in order to chill the f*ck out, but that didn't work at all.

I got a nose full of hybrids and blood.

At least nothing is burning yet.

I heard an explosion off in the distance.

Of course. Never mind then.

That seemed to light even more of a fire under everyone's tail.

As we moved, the smell of smoke grew stronger until you could see it polluting the air.

Fear grew in my chest.

The likelihood of them having targeted the closest above ground arsenal to us is growing every second.

Once we made it to the the clearing my heart dropped.

This didn't used to be a clearing.

It used to be a building full of weapons. Now it's just ash, rubble, and a single wall left standing.

I turned to the small group of wolves. "Stay here. I'm going to see if any of the weapons are salvageable," I ordered.

They all nodded, so I made quick work of sprinting over as sneakily as possible.

I ducked behind the only wall left standing, just in case whoever set off the explosion was still around.

That's when all h3ll broke lose.

I heard shots fire and screams, and my head whipped to that direction. I found hybrids ransacking a house with bullets flying out of it.

Hybrids aren't huge fans of guns. They prefer making their kills by ripping flesh from bone with their poisonous knives, teeth and claws.

F*cking monsters.

But that means there's probably a werewolf in that house.

I immediately started scrambling around the rubble to try and find something I could use against the hybrids.

Then the shots stopped coming and I heard the ripping of flesh and splatter of blood. The tortured yells of a man tore at my ears.

Tears sprung to my eyes as the screams of children and a woman came next as they fled out the side door of the house with a hybrid hot on their tails.

I grabbed the next thing my hand landed on. It was a lead pipe that I'm pretty sure was part of the fallen structure rather than a weapon it used to hold, but it's better than nothing.

I moved to pounce on the hybrid right on the heals of the small family but was tackled to the ground by a hybrid in wolf form.

Their nails dug into my shoulder as I shoved the lead pipe between their jaws to keep them from ripping my face off.

I was distracted by the hollar of the mother as one of her two children was ripped from her grasp by the hybrid.

She threw herself onto him with the same foolishness of any desperate mother, but he just swiped her away, giving her a gnarly chest wound in the process.

Her young daughter cried next to her as she struggled to get back up to retrieve her son.

The hybrid on top of me was also distracted by the scene. Most definitely by the blood flowing from the mother's chest and not the tragedy of it all, but it works for me either way.

I used the hybrid's weakened state to shove my feet into the sensitive skin of their stomach and rammed my sharpened nails into their throat. It screeched anomalistically above me and started trying to rip my face off again.

I swung my leg over its side to try and turn the tables and get some leverage.

I pushed my hips up and twisted, swinging the pipe out of their mouth and bringing it down on their head.

I heard a crack when it connected, and they fell on their side. A growl followed shortly after, so I knew I didn't have much time to get over to the other hybrid attacking the family, now also in wolf form.

I sprung up and found the woman sinking her fangs into the hybrid's neck from behind. The hybrid started bucking and growling violently.

That sight is when it clicked in my brain that this was no werewolf family.

They're vampires. They're from my house.

I have no idea what they're doing here, at Wolfie's pack. There are tons of reasons and jobs that could have placed them here, but my real question is if they were vulnerable and with children, why the h3ll weren't they in hiding with everyone else?

I can't think about that right now. Realizing they are one of my own sent a bolt of urgency through me.

I ran over to them, thinking about how this little family should have been quick work for any hybrid.

I guess it's lucky that hybrids like to play with their food.

The hybrid howled and ripped the women off his back with fangs of his own and threw her to the ground.

But this one is pissed.

The wind was knocked out of her as she struggled to get back up.

I was ready to tackle him before he could chomp down on her neck and end it all, but he did something that surprised both of us.

He left her there and went after her children that had run off, assumably after their mother had ordered them to.

My heart dropped as I tried to catch up with with him before he could get to them, but something caught my foot, making me fall on my face.

I let out a yell at the searing pain that spread up my leg. I looked back to find the hybrid I'd hit over the head in human form with his vampire fangs bared, and a knife lodged into my ankle.

I frantically looked back to the kids to see if they were still okay, but found the hybrid practically on top of them.

I gritted my teeth at the honestly unbearable pain as the hybrid smiled at me and dragged me closer by the leg.

I kicked them in the face and made their nose bleed but they didn't even flinch.

At this point, I'm just desperate to help my house members.