Chapter 6A Chapter by AnthonyMay add more to this chapter, but this is what i have so far, and I may just leave it.Rachelle fought viciously to gain ground to get near the boy. The wolf was putting up a fight, not allowing her to land more than glancing blows. She watched as on of the remaining wolves removed it's dead pack-mate from on top of the boy, revealing the fragile and winded human. She lunged at the wolf she was fighting, knocking it off balance, and punched it in the throat. She then jumped in between the boy and the remaining wolves. As she did so, a smaller wolf came running blindly into the fight. The smaller wolf appeared to be running for it's life, and it ran full-force into one of the lighter-colored Werewolves, knocking it down. The smaller wolf then tumbled to a stop next to Rachelle. Rachelle looked down at the wolf and looked down the tunnel. She blinked. There were lights coming towards them. She quickly assessed the situation, looking from the small wolf, to the boy, to the Werewolves, and back to the lights. Rachelle ordered the boy back behind her, and lightly tossed the dazed wolf back behind her as well. Damn mutt. Oh well, at least it provided a distraction. But what or who was chasing it? The lights became brighter, and the Werewolves picked up the scent, and growled, majority of them turning towards the new threat. Yelling and Grunting are coming from the direction of the lights, getting louder. “Where'd that damn mutt go! Woulda fetched a good price!” Growled a deep, annoyed, and angry human voice. “Dunno, went down this tunnel,” Hearing the commotion from the fight. “Sounds like the mutt ran into somethin'.” A group of rough-looking men holding torches came to the edge of the fight. “Hmpf! Lookie here, we have some more profits to nab!” A ragged-man with a deep voice said, brandishing a net and club. The rest of the group brandished various clubbing weapons, some with what appeared to be guns, others with nets. They set themselves in a gaggle and proceeded toward the Werewolves, approaching unhindered by the large appearance of the wolves, or the growls and glares emanating from them. Or even of the apparent battle scene. “Git 'em boys.” The ragged-man with a deep voice commanded, as the group ran towards the Werewolves swinging their weapons and throwing their nets. © 2011 AnthonyFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorAnthonyCouncil Bluffs, IAAboutI'm not normal in any case (Feel free to ask away). I enjoy reading to get a release into someone else's world. I enjoy writing to share my world. My Story "Fallen Mortality" Was started a couple year.. more..Writing
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