Why are you messing with her? Let the blood out. Or let me do it.
Nero was near Junia.
It wont hurt her.
Just let out a little blood. Liter. And she will be as submissive as your backpack. Will lie unconscious for another week.
While Nero led Junia to his snowmobile, the remaining two Werewolves extinguished the fire, threw their net shooters behind their backs and now silently watched Nero. Ersus and Pontius went hunting light.
They covered their snowmobiles and some other things under a canopy, secured with a metal cable around the tree trunk.
Ersus was carried away by brushing his fangs with his claw, when a quiet, drawn-out howl reached them.
Are you still here? threw in their direction Nero. Run! The hunt has begun.
Pontius lifted his nose as if trying to smell a howling brother.
I will contact you on the radio, okay?
Yes, Pontius nodded. He patted himself on the pocket.
Come back quickly, admonished Ersus.
The engine whined and Nero, without looking at his friends, drove away. Ersus and Pontius ran in the opposite direction. Where the howl called.
Chapter 8. Trap
Marianne did not immediately dare to get down from the tree. A minute later, Marianne began to panic from inaction. The sound of a snowmobile engine roared far beyond the trees. It grew quieter all around. Nero drove further and further with Junia.
And Marianne made up his mind. He almost fell off the branch, so he hurried down. Once again he froze for a second, when he was on the ground, he listened silence reigned around the warehouse under the canopy. An idea came up, and he began hastily to search for something that would surely destroy the Wolves caches.
Marianne found the canister, unscrewed the lid, and doused both remaining snowmobiles with gasoline.
Blink, I need your help, he whispered.
The mouse crawled out of his pocket and sat on his sleeve. She clearly did not like the smell of gasoline she spread her mustache and turned her muzzle to the side. Marianne brought a branch to Mignis. The mouse jumped at her, a bright spark shot up in the air and slowly flowed down the branch. First, a small drop, like red dew. Then two, three crimson drops appeared. A second later, the branch was engulfed in a strong flame. Mignis, not fearing to burn herself, walked through the fire, as if appreciating the work, and returned to her sleeve.
Marianne unclenched his fingers and stepped back. The flames roared over the gasoline.
A yellow glow spread over the snow and rose to the stars. The flames quickly consumed the snowmobiles and the canopy, spreading to nearby trees. Heat and acrid fire hit my face.
One thing is done. The second is left.
Marianne started to run. How soon will the werewolves smell the smoke, understand what happened, and guess who did it? Perhaps they are already very far from here. In support of this thought, a wolf howl flooded over the forest. The werewolf that issued it was far away. Marianne thought it was Pontius howling.
How much time has he lost? Snowmobile sound cannot be heard. So Nero had gone very far. The hope of saving Junia was dwindling before our eyes. Marianne tried to run even faster. He stumbled and sank knee-deep in snow, but he could not keep up with Neros snowmobile. He decided at all costs to follow in the footsteps of Nero. Well see if its too late or there is still a chance to save Juniya.
Marianne didnt run as much as he thought when he saw a snowmobile tilting in a snowdrift. Junia, bound, lay a little further away. But the main character was absent in this picture. Nero. Marianne woke up from the numbness that seized him and clung to the nearest tree, instinctively hiding. Then he looked around the trees. The figure in white camouflage is nowhere to be seen.
But hes here. Marianne knew it, he was sure. How long ago did the snowmobile stop? Where did Nero go and why? Marianne took a few more steps and froze, trying to make out the footprints of the boots in the snow, to catch them on the blanket around the snowmobile and the bound Junia. Mariannes eyesight was excellent. The metamorphosis of transformation also affected the eyes.
From the nose of the snowmobile, there were ten steps ahead and that was all. Further, the trail was hidden behind a snowy canvas.
There were only tracks on the snowmobile itself. It looks like Nero got off the ground and walked up to the nose of the snowmobile. To the right, to the left, he did not leave. There were no tracks. Then where did Nero go?
Did the snowmobile break down due to the snow trick or did Nero stop it for another reason? It is not known for certain, but now one thing is clear: Nero heard Marianne running after him and now
The heavy breathing prevented him from hearing the whistling sound, but his eyes noticed movement. Marianne jumped to the side and ran on all fours for the trunk of a nearby tree. A net shot from a net shot flew overhead and tangled in the branches behind him.
The enemy had enough time to set up a trap for the pursuer. He left the snowmobile in a prominent place, while he went around in a wide arc and waited to attack from behind. The feline reaction and vision helped Marianne out.
A gray silhouette of a werewolf appeared from behind the trees for a second and took cover again. Marianne peered cautiously in that direction. Nero fiddled with the same tree. Only now did Marianne see part of his white camouflage.
Marianne came out from behind the tree and ran at Nero.
Another biting bang against the barrel rang out over the left ear. Then an abrupt crack. The released net tore off the bark and fell into the snow. Marianne was wrong the enemy was not reloading the weapon, but aiming. Marianne was very lucky this time too.
Nero is huge. He seems much more now than half an hour ago by the fire. The weapon is not visible in the hands. There will be no next shot. Nero is hunched over, ready to jump, and ready to charge.
Their gazes met. Neros eyes were not eyes. Red glazed dots looked at him from under the brows of a shaggy black head. The wolfs face is twisted into a grin. Nero was now insane and more a wolf than a man. Marianne could not believe that even five minutes ago he had heard human speech, intelligent words from the mouth of this creature. Nero smiled. He looked at Marianne. The short guy in the school jacket seemed defenseless in front of the Werewolf.
Marianne lunged forward at the enemy. Nero seems to freeze. Now he knew for sure that he was just a student, if he had not yet understood it. A loud growl filled the air. It bounced off the trees and sounded from everywhere, pierced to the bone, could shake confidence. Its hard not to notice him. But you can ignore it, try not to think that this threatening evil sound may be the last thing you hear in your life.
Marianne ran very close to the enemy. Here are his eyes, red and lifeless. The grin of sharp fangs turns into a satisfied smile. Nero is glad to meet you. A new, or perhaps a long-awaited prey found him herself. He did not doubt his victory. His huge body, as if disheveled, is ready to rush. The roar grew louder, inhuman, but not wolfish either, somewhat reminiscent of the cry of a winner. Nero is already sure that he won, is about to sink his fangs into Marianne
Its hard to think sensibly in such a situation. Marianne raised his hands in front of him. The claws are directed forward. Hes still running. He will knock the werewolf off his feet.
Nero jumped, the growl turning into a squeal on a new high note, cold and wet breath hitting Mariannes face. The claws ripped open the school jacket, but only tore off the button and scratched the air. Mariannes reaction was faster than Neros. He jumped instinctively, dodging the huge mass of the enemy, and the werewolf slipped under him. For another split second, Marianne grabbed Nero by the back, but he walked past, slipped by inertia through the snow. Marianne rolled in mid-air, clawing at Neros back, and fell into the snow.