Moonlit nights
The wind ripped at Sid's face with an alarming intensity. ”All it would take is some twat tossing a fistful of gravel two miles ahead of me, and I'd be kissing my skin good bye,” he mused to himself with a small display of his trademark wolfish grin. But driving a convertible at 100 miles per hour down a desolate road was worth the occasional gravel-related scratchmark on his face. And besides, at his healing rate, the sand was lucky if he even felt it. Being a wolf-in-disguise certainly had it's benefits.
The dashboard in front of him told him that he was going 155 kilometers per hour. ”Soddin piece of shit,” he thought to himself. He had to get used to the metric system if he were to keep driving German cars. Sid had no idea how they'd lost the two great wars with this kind of technological superiority concerning vehicles.
Ah, the wars. What Sid wouldn't have given to have experienced them. As far as he'd heard, there hadn't been any Wolves fighting, but the mere thought of a platoon of shapechangers got him excited. They would've torn through the German lines in a matter of days. The Gerrys wouldn't have known what hit them. He smiled again.
Mother Luna shone brightly in the sky, the big hunk-of-cheese-goddess that supposedly watched over him and all his so-called ”brethren”. And some Yank-scientists kept considering to use her as some sort of disposal platform in space. An entity beyond human comprehension craving for their radioactive trash. The local Hunters would have a fit if they ever bothered to look beyond their precious trees to read a newspaper. But Sid had to admit that the Meninna's way of dealing with those kinds of ideas had a certain charm to it.
Despite all this, Sid still liked America. It was a good place to be English in, and he'd lost count on the many times his accent had gotten him laid since he arrived about seven years ago. A good place to be English, indeed.
Sid pulled over about ten minutes later, at the decided place. He checked his watch. A couple of minutes early, but better that than too late. The Storm Lords were picky about punctuality. And sure enough, exactly 125 seconds later, another car pulled over next to him. It was one of those SUVs the Yankees were so fond of, and three Wolves climbed out from within.
”You the contact?” the Alpha of the Imnir pack asked.
”No, sir. I'm just a random werewolf stopping by in the middle of bloody nowhere that just so happen to fit the descripion you got by the cell. Of course I'm the fucking contact, idiot!” The three Imnir glared at him, and one of the younger gave Sid a menacing growl before the Alpha silenced him with a gesture.
”I'll let that one slide. Where are the goods?”
Sid gave him one of his most unpleasant smiles.
”Thought you'd never ask.”
He popped open the trunk and took a step back to let the Storm Lords see the bound, struggling figure that lay there.
”One daughter of a neighbouring Ivory Claw Alpha, that'll be fifty ”g's”, as you Yanks like to put it.”
The Alpha looked at her in a mockery of an inspection. All of them already knew that this was indeed the daughter. He straightened up and didn't smile as much at Sid as he bared his teeth.
”I think we can work around that tedious paying-you part. How about we replace it with the ever more enthralling killing-you part?” His packmates also started not smiling, as much as baring their teeth.
”I thought you'd say that.” Sid actually managed to look as if he was smiling and baring his teeth at the same time. ”Fortunately, my pack should be here about now as well.”
A chilling howl swept through the area, and was soon answered by four others, from other directions, effectively surrounding the Imnirs, who was starting to look a bit nauseous. A roar from the convertible turned their attention to the almost nine feet tall human-wolf hybrid that had replaced the tied up girl.
”Oh, and didn't you know? The daughter Changed three weeks ago.” Sid's smile had crossed uncomfortable and moved up to downright scary as he changed his form.
”You should've gotten your facts straight, moon-worshipping shithead. The Pure are here to stay.”
The dashboard in front of him told him that he was going 155 kilometers per hour. ”Soddin piece of shit,” he thought to himself. He had to get used to the metric system if he were to keep driving German cars. Sid had no idea how they'd lost the two great wars with this kind of technological superiority concerning vehicles.
Ah, the wars. What Sid wouldn't have given to have experienced them. As far as he'd heard, there hadn't been any Wolves fighting, but the mere thought of a platoon of shapechangers got him excited. They would've torn through the German lines in a matter of days. The Gerrys wouldn't have known what hit them. He smiled again.
Mother Luna shone brightly in the sky, the big hunk-of-cheese-goddess that supposedly watched over him and all his so-called ”brethren”. And some Yank-scientists kept considering to use her as some sort of disposal platform in space. An entity beyond human comprehension craving for their radioactive trash. The local Hunters would have a fit if they ever bothered to look beyond their precious trees to read a newspaper. But Sid had to admit that the Meninna's way of dealing with those kinds of ideas had a certain charm to it.
Despite all this, Sid still liked America. It was a good place to be English in, and he'd lost count on the many times his accent had gotten him laid since he arrived about seven years ago. A good place to be English, indeed.
Sid pulled over about ten minutes later, at the decided place. He checked his watch. A couple of minutes early, but better that than too late. The Storm Lords were picky about punctuality. And sure enough, exactly 125 seconds later, another car pulled over next to him. It was one of those SUVs the Yankees were so fond of, and three Wolves climbed out from within.
”You the contact?” the Alpha of the Imnir pack asked.
”No, sir. I'm just a random werewolf stopping by in the middle of bloody nowhere that just so happen to fit the descripion you got by the cell. Of course I'm the fucking contact, idiot!” The three Imnir glared at him, and one of the younger gave Sid a menacing growl before the Alpha silenced him with a gesture.
”I'll let that one slide. Where are the goods?”
Sid gave him one of his most unpleasant smiles.
”Thought you'd never ask.”
He popped open the trunk and took a step back to let the Storm Lords see the bound, struggling figure that lay there.
”One daughter of a neighbouring Ivory Claw Alpha, that'll be fifty ”g's”, as you Yanks like to put it.”
The Alpha looked at her in a mockery of an inspection. All of them already knew that this was indeed the daughter. He straightened up and didn't smile as much at Sid as he bared his teeth.
”I think we can work around that tedious paying-you part. How about we replace it with the ever more enthralling killing-you part?” His packmates also started not smiling, as much as baring their teeth.
”I thought you'd say that.” Sid actually managed to look as if he was smiling and baring his teeth at the same time. ”Fortunately, my pack should be here about now as well.”
A chilling howl swept through the area, and was soon answered by four others, from other directions, effectively surrounding the Imnirs, who was starting to look a bit nauseous. A roar from the convertible turned their attention to the almost nine feet tall human-wolf hybrid that had replaced the tied up girl.
”Oh, and didn't you know? The daughter Changed three weeks ago.” Sid's smile had crossed uncomfortable and moved up to downright scary as he changed his form.
”You should've gotten your facts straight, moon-worshipping shithead. The Pure are here to stay.”
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Skriven 09, Werewolf: The Forsaken.
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