Upon a dark and blood-filled hour, humanity’s doom will rise to power.
Werewolves are real. They haunt the woods of North America, feeding on the bodies of humans stupid enough to blunder across their paths. Once rogue and uncoordinated, the rise of their goddess Alsvinth has brought them all together, with one goal: destroy as much of the species as necessary to enslave them within meat farms, to feed the werewolf army taking over the world.
Olivia, a werewolf from western Canada, and her brother Charlie set out to kill the goddess and save humanity.
But can the werewolf and human destroy the goddess’s power, or will she prevail and turn the planet into a wasteland?
“Enough, Olivia,” a familiar voice hissed.
I stopped, shocked and scared to stillness. I started to cry as the goddess stood in the grass, kicking Charlie’s body aside and sauntering over to me.
“Thank you, children of the sky,” Alsvinth purred, resting a hand on the shoulder of each harpy. They let me go as she touched them. “My, Olivia. How you’ve grown.”
I was still. I couldn’t even think.
“Well, not really. You don’t age anymore, do you?” She grinned. “Like me, eternally beautiful.”
The creature in a woman’s skin touched my forehead, and I couldn’t even flinch from her cold, dead fingertips.
“No matter. You will become my second-in-charge. You have been so faithful as to convince the rogue to kill himself to strengthen me.” She kissed my forehead. “Dear Olivia,” she said as the obliviousness of her mind control took me, threw me to the wolves.
“You are mine.”
We slid almost silently through the darkness under the trees, with me growing more used to the way the wolf moved with every stride. Soon we were passing Afgar, a town almost twenty miles south of Flowen, with Kyda and Lydia showing no sign of slowing.
I wasn’t tired as we slowed, nearing Fulchurch, fifty miles from Flowen. We were on the shore of a very large lake, and I saw land on the other side of the water, along with some lights.
Kyda sniffed at me and head butted my side, then rolled her eyes and licked the side of my face. I yipped at her in protest and grabbed her ruff in my teeth. She yapped and pushed me over, and the pair of us tumbled across the grass.
“Whoa… Charlie, look at this.”
The three of us stopped moving, Lydia and Kyda looking in the direction of the voices. I stepped forward, wagging my tail like a dog.
“What’re you three doing out on a night like this?” one of the boys asked, crouching down as I approached. I could hear Kyda and Lydia coming up behind me.
“Aren’t you a pretty dog?” the original speaker asked Kyda, taking a step toward her. “Your fur looks so soft.”
Lydia sniffed at the boys, and then something in the darkness grabbed her attention. A young girl stepped out into the moonlight, looking around the age of Charlie and his friend.
“No collars,” the other boy said, peering at us. “You aren’t huskies or malamutes, but your fur’s really thick.”
I smiled at him and bared my teeth, licking at Charlie’s face as the girl carefully stroked Lydia’s black back. Lydia turned and snapped at the girl, catching her arm. My stomach rumbled as the scent of blood covered the air, along with the girl’s screams.
“Bad dog!” Charlie yelled, pushing at Lydia’s shoulder. “Let Mel go!”
Lydia turned to snap at him, and Charlie jumped out of the way, pulling Mel out of the way of Lydia’s next snap. I remembered what I was and growled at Charlie, licking my lips and locking my sight on his throat.
“I don’t think they’re dogs, Charlie,” the other boy said, backing away from Kyda, watching Charlie and Mel as carefully as us. “I think they’re wolves.”
Charlie looked at Kyda, who had joined Lydia and I in advancing on Mel. I saw fear cross his eyes, and I licked my lips, crouching. Fear was good.
“The Ontario Wolf,” Charlie gasped, looking at Kyda. “Shit. Andrew, Mel, run!”
I leapt, seizing his arm, as Mel and Andrew broke into a sprint, scrambling for the trees. I pulled Charlie to the ground and shook him, listening with delight to his screams, tasting the human’s blood. It was warm and delicious, perfect to my new tastes.
Kyda and Lydia took off after the humans, howling their thrill at the chase. I pulled at Charlie’s arm, and heard something snap.
An author living in Canberra, Australia, Holly Hunt writes a collection of works including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Horror and Romance. Currently undergoing an apprenticeship in Butchery, Holly spends her days off writing and watching superhero cartoons.
Holly lives with her partner, Matthew, in a two-bedroom unit crammed with comics and movie memorabilia. She dreams of one day owning a big garden, three dogs and a cat, and can’t wait until that day gets here.