Luc' 2

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“There’s a wolf near,” someone said over his shoulder.

          He stood at the window watching. “I know. I see it.”

          “It looks like the wolf we’ve had reports of Sir. I’ll tell the men below to dispatch it to its maker.”

          Maybe that was the way to go. Such a waste of life. Sir found the wolf again. He raised his hand to his chin. It had killed many. It couldn’t be allowed to roam as it had. Was it on its own or did it belong to a pack? You appear lonely, wolf. Sir tilted his head. No, you’re alone. You are not lonely. He tapped his finger against his chin. There’s something about you though, wolf.

          “Wait,” he said as the young man left him What was his name? “Tell the men to bring it in if they can.” Surely the old man’s lost it, right? That was what the young man was likely thinking. Sir curved his lips upwards just a little. Most of them did of course.

          “I…yes Sir. Of course. What if it attacks?”

          “Attempted to subdue it. If they have to knock it out,” As much as I would dislike you to cause that to happen, wolf. “Then they should do so.” The young man’s breath of laughter reached his ears easily.

          “It’ll have a sore head when it wakes up,” he said as he left.

          Yes, it will. But alas I believe that will be its outcome.

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The wolf was threatened, clearly by how much it growled and lashed out. Had they honestly brought enough men? It was huge.  Easily as big as a Great Dane.

          “You distract it. I’ll whack it on the head,” the man on his left whispered to him. He held a gun in his hand, butt forward.

          “Are you crazy? You distract and I’ll knock it out. There’s four other men. Why you picking me?”

          “You’re at sir’s beck and call aren’t you?”

          “To hell with that excuse.” If any of them made a move the wolf was going to strike. Fates its muscles quivered. If they wound any tighter surely they’d snap like a fishing reel on a big fish. Zach’ swallowed. Right. Fates save me. “Hey, stupid animal,” Zach’ growled at it, just like it growled at him. Zach’ approached. It jumped forward at him. Fates, it was big. It was too big. I can’t do this, I’m gonna die. Shit. Someone had turned a tap on and drained his blood. Zach’ fell and covered his face. Something ripped his arm. A claw? It stung and seeped around the tear and spread.

          “Hey, hey you alright Zach’?”

          “I, what?”

          “We got it.”

          “Thank the Fates.” Zach’ accepted the hand held out to him thankfully.

          “Where does sir want this beast?”

          “Up there. With him. He’s nuts.”

          The other grinned. “Come on then. We’re not hauling this thing on our own.”