The Legend of the Werewolf by Mandy Rosko Read Free Book Online Page B

with. Leave
immediately before we resort to drastic measures."
    A tiny seed of respect cracked open
inside Mike’s chest. At least the man took care of his
own.
    Without hesitation, Brock’s giant
fingers worked on the tiny buttons of his shirt. He removed it, his
jeans and boots, and calmly morphed into a giant of a
wolf.
    His head reached well pastpassed Mike's
stomach, almost to his shoulder. Brock’s lips pulled back,
revealing his fangs. He snarled, hackles raising.
    Mike’s jaw dropped. God damn. He’d seen
transformed werewolves before, but Brock was an enormous
monster.
    Hadrian gasped and stepped
back.
    Bill smirked. "The warlock from legend
was always terrified of the creatures he created."
    “ He did scream like a girl when I
attacked him,” Westley said with a smirk.
    "You will all suffer for this!" Hadrian
screeched, his voice high pitched like a woman’s. He never took his
eyes from the wolf slowly advancing on him.
    “ I came peacefully, when the sun
is high and I am without my men. I should have known you monsters
would be so uncivilized.”
    Brock’s head lowered and he stepped
forward.
    Hadrian stepped back, his body trembling
and fists clenched.
    "If he’s scaring you then, by all means,
leave," Bill said. "Magic or no magic, you’re outnumbered and you
can’t call your soldiers with the sun so high."
    Hadrian's eyes literally blazed fire
when they landed on Mike. Licking flames spurted out his mouth and
through the gaps in his teeth as he snarled. "I will return for
you, Edward. I will kill you, you filthy peasant!"
    Edward?
    Images from the visions suddenly came
flooding back; one man dying on the ground while another is
surrounded in the woods. Mike met Hadrian’s fiery stare with a cold
one. "I won't lay down and die like the rest."
    Annie turned her head to him, no doubt
thinking of the visions he’d told her of.
    Hadrian's eyes widened at the challenge
before anger flooded back over his face. "Since the dragon is not
here, I shall start with him. I had no difficulty finding you. I
shall have no trouble finding him!"
    "Wait!" Westley yelled.
    Hadrian raised his arms and his body
exploded into a cloud of black smoke that rose into the sky. He
drifted away with the breeze, his maniacal laughter ringing through
the air until the cloud vanished in the distance.
    Westley grabbed his father's shoulder
and forced him to face him. "Dad, we can't let him kill
Chris."
    Gordon glared, pointing a meaty finger
in Westley’s face. "If you’d done what I said to begin with, he
wouldn't be involved in this, would he?"
    "But—"
    "He's a dragon. He'll be fine on his own.
Even if Hadrian tracks him down, Christopher can defend
himself."
    Annie touched her pack master’s
shoulder, her eyes begging. “Gordon, please don’t do this.
Hadrian’s afraid of us and we outnumber him. Chris doesn’t have
those advantages.”
    Gordon shrugged her arm off, dusted his
leather jacket, and turned as though to leave.
    Mike stepped forward, blocking his path.
"With all due respect, you're keeping me here against my will,
specifically because you think when he kills me my blood will be on
your hands. What's the difference now?" He didn't know why this
pack was so against dragons and he didn't care. He couldn't allow
this man's judgments to kill an innocent being.
    Mike’s words made the older man
glare.
    Bill’s reasoning voice came next. "He's
right, Gordon."
    The pack master swore and turned his face
to the sky. "Christ, of all the... Fine! Annie, call him and tell
him what's going on, if he feels safer on the ranch, that's fine.
But. I don't want either of you near him."
    Annie ran and kissed Gordon's cheek. Mike
got the impression she hadn't expected him to do so much. "Thank
you, Gordon."
    His eyes didn’t soften. “I mean it.
Neither of you are to go near him.” He pointed his finger at
Westley again. “Not one step.”
    Though his jaw was clenched tightly shut,
Mike could tell the younger man was running