The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 111

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Because he was pure power. If Alexander already seemed imposing and strong to me, invincible, that light-furred monster was even more impressive. There was no doubt why he was so certain he could take on any adversary. Tall, well-muscled and sinewy, he radiated authority and inspired terror, and I was only seeing his back, his head hidden in a thick and woolly mane of a faint whitish tone, perhaps ivory or beige, very soft. His shoulders were as broad as I had supposed the first time I saw him in the office, in his human form; and he didn’t seem to have a single wound on his body, at least not on his back. He circled Alexander slowly, swaying with elegance, and stopped in front of him with his arms crossed

over his broad chest.

He was the master of the situation, and he knew it perfectly well.

His feline head was the most beautiful and deadly thing I have ever seen. Exactly like that of a wild lion, with its wide nose and short muzzle, small high ears; engraving in me my first impressions of the perfection of animal photographs pasted over other photos of ordinary men. The scars over the right side of his face gave him a dangerous air, as if he were not dangerous enough without them. His mane was thick, and his fur shone under the fluorescent tubes with flashes of pale gold. His fists were large, heavy, like maces. And perhaps, yes, on his chest, shoulders and biceps he had wounds, but they did not seem so serious nor so painful. At some point in the battle he had rid himself of the clothes that wrapped his torso, but he still wore a watch on his wrist and a gold chain hung over his chest with a pendant of undefined shape. The tears in his jeans seemed to have multiplied.

However, all his fur was too light to resemble a conventional lion. Was he a white lion? Rare and precious, like albino tigers. Obviously, if such beasts existed in nature, I figured they would also exist among “them.” Haydar crouched in front of Alexander, imitating his posture, and leaned in to speak to his muzzle:

“Too many? I could knock them down one by one, without problems, Come on, I knocked you down.”

Alexander lifted his gaze and tilted his head as he answered.

“By cheating,” he assured, between more controlled breaths.

“Do you always have to have the last word, dog? Vous êtes Irritante.”

A guttural, deep and resounding growl followed the lion’s words, the beast’s eyes were so clear in that light that they seemed to have no other color but the small black dot of the pupils, and the silver glow surrounding them. His horrible whiskers barely moved when articulating, but the sound of his voice was even more fearsome when he wanted to sound

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Alexander placed a fist on the floor to support himself; he looked weaker and weaker by the second. And the lion did not fear being so close to him, he greatly enjoyed seeing him so defeated.

I think it was around there when I realized I could breathe, the sound would not alert the lion because he was more occupied gloating, and that Andre had stood up in my arms, watching the scene with me.

“What did you put in those damned darts?”

“My own homemade recipe of zolazepam with a pinch of sodium pentothal. Do you like it?” A wide, terrible smile full of impeccable fangs opened on Haydar’s muzzle. “I needed you tame and stupid, but not that much. It’s all trial and error with this, you know? A poorly made mixture, and there’s nothing left for fun… that’s how several prey have died on me before I could even lay a finger on them. A waste.”

The calm with which he took all that which made me shudder.

“… so he has killed others. Like me.”

“Not ‘like you, but he killed several wolves, yes. And a couple of cats, too.”

“I see… so, the darts, how much did you put? One milliliter? A little less?”

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At first, I didn’t understand the point of that conversation. What was Alexander doing? It was obvious he was trying to buy time, but for what? To recover and continue, or for rescue to finally arrive?

But Haydar was so flattered, that he didn’t see it coming.

“Almost a milliliter,” the monster answered with smugness. “Enough to knock down a carnivore of about three hundred kilos, or an adult werewolf with the metabolism of lightning. Don’t you like it?”

“… it’s not that, it’s just…” he paused and then lifted his face, his proud muzzle pointing at the figure of his enemy almost mockingly. “… you should have shot me twice, like Rex.”

“I’ve been training…!”

Haydar received a punch to the muzzle. Then more.

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since I was six years old…!”

Alexander brutally pressed his forearm against his throat to immobilize him, and drove his closed fist into the lion’s stomach, without any mercy.

“… to face…!”

The next blow was a little higher, Haydar expelled all the air from his lungs.

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vermin worse than you!”

What happened next occurred very quickly. Alexander grabbed his enemy by the mane and, leveraging with the weight of his own body, pushed him and threw him to one side, hurling him onto the empty slide of a debarker. The ivory-furred beast fell fully onto the rotating rollers of the walkway and slid without brake until ending up on the floor with a dull thud, on the other side of the silent machine. Alexander jumped over there, climbed onto the slide and growled fiercely, standing upright in all his glory like an invincible mountain.

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“Don’t believe for a single second that you can defeat me!” he warned, showing his fangs in a furious gesture.

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