Guardian Wolf Ch. 04

After a few moments things went silent before each pair began to answer back their success. It was beautiful and eerie as eight sets of wolves answered to signify their kill. It was beautiful to us, but it was scary and unnerving to Grigor and his men as they tried to regain control of the situation. Bunker and Bianca sat comfortably next to the pack in the snow as they monitored the radio with frantic calls for squad status and cries for help from the dying men left in the snow. As the last cry for help died, you could practically hear the frantic plea in Grigor's voice. He was terrified as an unknown force systematically decimated his elite cadre of commandos. He ordered the remaining commandos to form a tight perimeter around the cabin. It was foolish and a last ditch effort to protect his life; it only made our jobs easier as it centralized our prey into one convenient group. Robert signaled the beginning of our last assault with a heart stopping cry. Those listening would swear they were hearing death itself as it called out to its victims; the cry was cruel, it was vindictive, it was perfection.

Robert led the charge as he raced towards the cabin. The others in reserve continued to howl and cry out all over the valley. The effect was beautiful as the sounds of wolves were coming in from all sides. This threw the guards completely off...well...guard. They couldn't determine were the sounds were originating and began to shoot blindly into the woods. The last moments those men knew were our jaws closing around their necks. We did not simply kill those men, we eviscerated them. While we continued to lay carnage outside, Robert and Kyle shifted to full werewolf and continued their hunt inside. Knowing full well the men were anticipating a frontal assault, Robert and Kyle climbed to the roof and made their own entrance on the second floor. The sounds of automatic fire could be heard as they drew fire from the guards below them. Bill and Thumper, now in lycan form, chose this moment to crash through the front door. Two guards were still guarding the front door and opened fire. Thumper caught a round in his shoulder but managed to silence one while Bill ended the other.

Robert and Kyle finally made their way downstairs. The remaining four guards had wised up and dropped their weapons, Grigor still yelling frantically at them in Russian. Kyle grabbed Grigor by the throat and dragged his sorry ass outside. The four guards were herded outside like cowed sheep. Grigor was stripped naked and tied to a nearby tree. All around him lay the bodies of his soldiers: disemboweled, decapitated, and torn to shreds. Amber and I gave quick, dignified death to the four guards who surrendered. We refused to torture prisoners who were only following the orders of a deranged madman. So finally the rabbit was caught in our snare and he was tied to a tree ready to face a unique justice rarely seen in the human world; he would face lycan justice," Maggie said with a triumphant gleam in her eye.

"With all the talk and fear this man had generated, you would assume to find someone completely different than the sniveling shadow of a man that stood before us. Dmitry made it sound like this man was seven feet tall and bullet proof. In reality he was barely 5'5", balding, and grossly overweight. He gave closer resemblance to a slug than a man," Maggie laughed, "the only thing I could think of at the time was he looked like one of the three pigs cornered by the big bad wolf. I bet if we prodded him, the despicable cretin would have squealed like a pig as well. He also had the smallest penis I have ever seen; it looked like one of those tiny cocktail wieners. Everyone took great satisfaction looking at this once great man as he quickly pissed and soiled the ground beneath him.

The entire pack gathered to watch the spectacle as this pathetic human being begged for his life. A few of the omegas took it upon themselves to fetch the vehicles so those who wished could redress. Most chose to remain in wolf or lycan form to add to the macabre image this man was now subject to. After sufficient time to allow the sorry sack of shit to blubber and plead, Robert shifted so that Grigor could see his face. The effect this had was priceless. I think the man would have been less surprised if a leprechaun riding a unicorn had chosen this moment to leap out of his butt. His eyes grew wide as recognition dawned. Despite being tied naked to a tree with shit running down his leg, the man still found the strength to be arrogant to Robert. It would have been funny if the little bastard didn't look so damn pathetic. Robert didn't allow Grigor the chance to speak as Bill placed a piece of rope firmly in his mouth to gag him. Unable to speak, Grigor chose to stare death while Robert spoke to him.

'Don't waste your breath you sniveling piece of shit! You have no right to beg for your life. You die tonight by our hands. You have waged a war against my family, my business, and my pack. I am not usually a cruel man, but you Grigor bring out the worse in me. Death will not come quickly for you,' Robert said.

I guess Grigor was taken aback when Robert called him by his true name. I think he was not used to people addressing him as such outside of his private circles. He had lived the persona of Gregory Simpson for so long I think part of him started to believe it.

'Yes, I know exactly who you are Grigor Khrushchev. You can thank your son Dmitry for that. He is a bright and wonderful young man; to think he came from your loins is incomprehensible. I am glad to say the stench you have left on this world does not linger on his body. He was never meant to be part of your world; he is too intelligent and kind to be a criminal. I am proud to say he has mended his ways and is going to find a brighter future soon without your influence to tarnish his decisions. I have decided to offer him that future, a future with love and a family you have so cruelly denied him Grigor. I can think of no greater revenge for him than to see him become a kind and honorable man; a man his mother would have been proud to call son. Your legacy dies with you tonight Grigor. Your son will forget you and never think upon you as father; you will always be that pitiful, despicable man who got exactly what he deserved.

I lost two granddaughters this week because of you Grigor; two wonderful, perfect children lost to this world because of you. Their mother is here tonight and I have offered you to her. She has carte blanch to do to you what she will. Amber...'

Amber came forward and shifted. There was a fire of pure hatred burning in her eyes.

'You cost me the lives of my daughters, you bastard! That pig Anatoly beat and raped me until they were dead. I want you to remember their names for the rest of your life, which fortunately will be quite brief. Their names were Samantha and Mikaela Rose Wolfe!' Amber screamed as she slapped and beat him repeatedly.

With a final scream of rage she shifted to Lycan and proceeded to etch the names of her girls into the flesh of Grigor's chest. Grigor's screams of agony as she carved each letter into this man was very satisfying; again it reminded me of a pig squealing as it was butchered. He passed out from the pain long before she was done. After she was finished each member in turn came forward and marked his body as they saw fit. Between each we had to keep waking Grigor up as he passed out far too often; his tolerance for pain was far less than his desire to exact it upon others. During this time the omegas had gathered the corpses of the soldiers and placed all of them in the cabin. They dowsed the cabin in diesel fuel while leading a trail straight to Grigor. His last view of this Earth would be through a wall of flame.

Finally all of us had exacted our pound of flesh upon his worthless carcass. The rest of us retreated to our vehicles leaving only Robert and Kyle. Kyle shifted to human and faced Grigor for the final time. He grabbed what remained of the diesel fuel and poured it over the bastard's head.

'Аду зарезервировали помещенного только для Вас (Hell has a place reserved just for you),' Kyle said as he spat upon Grigor.

With this Robert threw a match to ignite the diesel fuel. As we made our way slowly home, the growing flames marked a path to death's door; as the fire consumed his flesh, Grigor's screams marked an addition to Hell's ever growing population," Maggie said with a look of satisfaction.

************