And A Shepherd Shall Lead Them
Copyright © 2016 by Wolfen Saunderson
All Rights Reserved
I plunged my knives deep into the backs of each of the two unsuspecting Uzi wolves’ throats; enjoying the what some may say, sickening sounds of them gurgling on their own blood and thin air as the rest of the crew and I quickly advanced forward inside the main lobby of the Makle towers penthouse, and straight inside the awaiting elevator on our merrily way upstairs to the fifteenth floor. It had now been officially over a year and a half of having to damn near miserably struggle on without my dear friend Elena Breckner, but of course as the old timey saying goes, ‘whatever doesn’t end up killing you, sure as shit makes you a hell of a lot stronger’. We did some poking around with our other good friend, Jessica Burdell who currently works as a local dick within the Philly PD’s gang unit, and of course came to the rather unsatisfying conclusion that the guy who had actually put the bullets through Elena was none other than the literal ‘big bad wolf’ himself, Chris Zenter just as exactly as he and Samantha Weston had done with Elena’s brother nearly two weeks or so before Livia had joined up under my command with the GTP. And now, today was finally the very day we turned their own weapon, Livia against them. Today was the day we avenged the lives of those lost at the hands of this treachery and simply way beyond putting bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. We were going to make things right for how they once used to always be in this city, and were certainly weren’t even thinking for a second about going down without a fight. “I’ve got a pretty bad feeling about this, sister girl.” Elena’s adoptive cousin, eighteen year old Emma Vardaman said anxiously, her thick stark and light gray coat practically turning pale white with wary. “You sure we even came to the right place for this joker?” “What, do you need a big ass neon sign or something posted on his door?” I retorted with my usual healthy dose of snarkiness and sarcasm dripping in my tone. “Of course it is. Suite Q107. Says so right here on the invitation, and for god’s sake lighten up. Just do what I tell ya, and don’t crap on yourself. I let you tag along to become a regular like your cuz; not a piece of shit like the ones who took her away from you and the rest of us.” “Got it.” She nodded as the elevator finally glided to a stop at our destination. “Time to take out the trash.” We each locked and loaded our weapons and affixed silencers to their barrels as we moved as silent as stars off the elevator and down the left main corner of the long west hall corridor of the upstairs building with Emma having her first shot to take point. Emma and Jenni wasted absolutely no time unloading bullets into the brainpans of the two members of Zenter’s private security force rooting around the next corner, and Livia and Kiri both had their blades clutched tightly and at the ready as Wolfen steadily approached the last door on the right marked with the said suite number, and strenuously kicked it in. When all of us had completely made our way in, somewhere behind the door and near the lavatory area, a gruff baritone voice said in almost a low growl, “Peekaboo, motherfuckers.” I whipped around and tried to decipher the source of the tone, and just who the owner of it was, only to have my ears ring loudly at a sudden and forceful blow to my head the nearly knocked me clean off my feet and had me fall forward onto my hands and knees just as I began to hear the sounds of a bit of a struggle over in the TV and living area. Almost just as abruptly as it began, it soon ended with the [_pew pew pew _]of a suppressed ACR assault rifle and I looked up to see Emma standing over the now bloody and hole ridden corpse of what was once Chris Zenter with the most venomous and dark wolfish grin plastered on her muzzle as she sighed heavily and threw her head back, letting out a triumphant howl of victory. “The thrill of a kill,” She said incredulously. “Never fails to put your spirit at ease and make you cherish yet another day of being alive unlike this poor and sad excuse for a sap.” “Jesus. And I thought I was the only one.” Jenni teased. “Welp, guess it’s time to call up the local one time and tell em we just did them another favor.” “On it.” I replied, pulling out my phone and immediately pressing the speed dial button for Jessica.
It's been precisely one year since the murder of her late adoptive cousin at the hands of the infamous Uzis, and young Emma Vardaman has spent nearly all that time trying to forget. Having just stepped out of her adolescence at the now ripe age of eighteen, and the new wolf next in line to take the rightful place as second alpha in command of the Golden Thunder Pack, she currently does indeed have quite a lot on her plate; not at all just solely speaking for all the many mounds of bacon in which she seems to ever so favor.