C6 Lyra Fights the Wolves

He said to Lyra, “Hey, look. You are my enemy. I can decide to fight you here, and we’ll see who comes out victorious.”

His eyes bored into hers.

“But I don’t wanna fight you. At least not for now. But Darken is not like me. He fights and kills for fun. You don’t want to start anything with—”

But Lyra cut him off sharply.

“Shut your fucking mouth! Keep your advice to yourself!”

Her eyes locked into his, tight and deadly.

“You and that Blonde fool over there?” She jerked her head at Darken. “Same motherfucking trash to me. I’ve heard all the stories about you guys. And I’m here to end them.”

She pulled back the hammer with a sharp click. Her finger hovered slowly toward the trigger.

“Tonight, I kill every last one of you. And this wolf business? It ends this night.”

Drex’s face tightened. “For God's sake! Will you calm down? You don’t know what you are dealing with here. You don’t understand the dynamics around here.”

Lyra fired back. “Don’t you get it? I’m here to flip the damn dynamics. And when I start fucking you boys up—no fucking wolf will remain in this town.”

Darken, seizing the moment, cried out;

“Such a foolish girl! That sharp tongue of yours has sealed your fate.” He jerked his chin at his pack. “Boys—show her what happens to a bad-mouthed girl in Devils Wept. Give her hell!”

The five young men surrounding Darken let out a frightening, ear-piercing yell and sank to their knees at once.

They bared their teeth and began growling. They ripped their clothes from their bodies with their hands, which were turning gradually into paws.

A prickling sensation raced up Lyra’s spine despite how tough she his. She watched, with shocking intensity, as the young men turned to the most largest and strongest grey wolves that anyone she had killed in all her wolf hunting encounters.

“My God!” She breathed. “What the hell are these things?”

The wolves began to circle her menacingly. Their green-yellow eyes are mean and bitter. Their lips sliding back to reveal long, killer teeth. A cold cloud of breath wisped from their mouth and nostrils as they hunched their powerful, furry hind legs, their paws digging into the snow.

They all looked like creatures from the pit of hell.

The wolves threw Lyra a look of pure animal hatred. That look told her everything—These wolves were about to unleash mindless horrors that terrible, cold night.

They gave a final mighty howl that echoed around the night. Then they all sprang into the air, their evil-looking, fierce paws pointing towards her.

Lyra stared. How fast they were. She marveled at their speed for an instant, then her senses of alertness telegraphed into her gloved hands. She raised her pistols, the snub nose focusing on the airborne wolves.

Her fingers tightened on the triggers. At will, she began to fire hellishly at the charging beasts.

And all hell broke loose.

The roar of gunfire rolled around the cold night as Lyra opened fire, killing the incoming grey wolves.

The bullets pierced the head of the first wolf. It dropped to the ground like a felled tree with a terrifying yell of pain. It remained there rolling around violently.

The green-yellow eyes of two other grey wolves burst open like squashed tomatoes as the bullet pierced their eyes and sank clean through into their brains. They screamed once and tumbled to the ground. Right at Lyra’s feet.

The remaining two grey wolves jerked violently in the air as the forceful impact of the bullets tore through their furry bodies. They dropped to the ground, rolling around, howling with pain, throwing up a snow cloud of dust.

All five wolves lay on the ground. Scattered around like discarded meat.

The snow was a wet, bloody mess.

The beasts were all still. None of them moved.

Lyra stood motionless. Her chest rose and fell from exhilaration. A wisp of smoke drifted slowly from the snub nose of her guns.

She regarded the unmoving wolves—the dirty work of her hands. She was satisfied.

Her dark eyes glanced at where Darken stood. She smiled wickedly. “You know what I see? I see dead dogs on the ground. If they were your best fighters, then you are dead, Blondie.”

Drex, who had stood watching while she had shot down the wolves, knew what was coming. He was agitated.

“These are not regular wolves you are used to killing! The fight isn’t over!” He warned, yelling at her.

Lyra smiled wickedly. “They are fucking dead. I kill them. I end them.”

Darken laughed manically.

“You little fool! You just don’t get it, do you?” He clapped his hands. Once and sharp.

The clap sounded like thunder, and it rolled through the night, and, unbelievably, the bodies of wolves on the ground jerked as if life itself had been forced back into them.

They began to spring to their feet one after the other. Like nothing had happened.

The bullet holes on their bodies had disappeared entirely.

Lyra’s smile froze on her face.