Chapter 43 That's how wolves do

She got to her feet.

"I killed him" Lorenzo spoke, releasing his fingers. A bloody little substance fell with a squash.

"But I guess his followers are here for revenge."

She stared at the red soaked grass.

"We need to clean you up."

He raised his bloody hand. She smelt it too, there were more.

Soon, the garden was stormed by wolves in their numbers. She and Lorenzo stood in the middle, surrounded by feral angry wolves.

The same wolves that had attacked that award night, she noticed by their scent.

"Hand me your buttons." She mindlinked him.

He didn't question her. Soon, she shattered the three cameras in the garden.

The wolves growled, charging at them with speed.

Lorenzo used his clawed hands, ripping each one apart. She joined also, taking the hint.

She had almost forgotten what it felt like, the thrill of the hunt. It was a dance, a bloody dance and she enjoyed it; whirling around, hand sinking in warm flesh, digging out, the sweet feel of blood slipping through hands, the familiar