Baby screamed as one vamp grabbed him by the neck. Smitty pounced on the back of the vampire, severing his head from his body. The vampire evaporated into dust.
Tearing limbs and shredding flesh did little to stop the demons. It was time to use the stockpile of ammo, along with gorilla tactical weapons she’d found while spying on Ty. “Take the brush gun. Give me an angle, Captain.” Sonja shouted the order at Smitty. “Give me the coordinates for an attack. These bastards won’t stop coming. We have to take the fight to them.” Pivoting, she hoisted the gun, before nodding to Ty as he gathered the necessary ammo to carry through with an assault. “You’ve got to keep the gun loaded with fuel” Her half werewolf shift helped her handle the heavy gun. If her luck held, the fire would do the trick.
“Give me a location. I’ll do the rest!” she shouted as the others gathered ammo and fuel for the massive gun. “Don’t overload the sucker, or we’ll all fry!”
Smitty pointed in the direction the vampires kept flooding out of the dissipated force field as vampires poured out of the cave.
A loud explosion erupted up ahead. Sonja couldn’t believe her eyes. The smuggler, Sturgeon saluted as his cronies loaded another cannon ball.
“Better bring ‘em round, Captain. We’ve got help!” With relief in her words, the white wolf bound forward. “I’ll meet you on the other side.” Sonja, the Western Werewolf charged into the thick of the enemy.
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Ty’s watch didn’t end when the white wolf disappeared into the flames left by the brush gun.
“Make sure there’s not a blood sucker left standing, Captain!” His voice carried on the smoke covering everything in sight. “The best thing I’ll offer at this point is load your ass with explosives or kiss it goodbye, Captain!” Ty raced after the mate he’d never expected to have. This fight wouldn’t be over until there was only one combatant left standing. “Full blowers ahead, Smitty. Don’t let them get to the city or all hell will break loose. I have my eye on the arsenal. So does the king of the vampires. Be sure whatever you do, you don’t let them get through!”
“Yes, sir, Lieutenant!” Smitty saluted despite himself. Wheeling, he dispatched the order given.
Ty’s nostrils filled with the smoke, heat and fumes. The fire raged all around them. Bodies burned along with every piece of wood in sight. “Don’t slow down, woman. Head straight for the motherfuckers. I intend to have a final word with Draco.”
Sonja’s wolf glanced back with a snarl. Her eyes glowed with gold fire. Her muzzle dripped with blood while her coat, liberally coated in the enemy’s life force, dripped crimson.
They found the vermin shouting commands at the lackeys or day-walkers still loyal to their quest. The gift of walking in the sunlight proved something everyone wanted. The enemy kept coming!
“Take the rest of these and go!” Ty shoved the ammo at Sonja and changed so quickly, she didn’t have time to object. His dark fur tail disappeared into the smoke.
“Wait!” Her words floated on the smoky breeze. “We’re mates for Christ’s sake!” She raced after her wolf.
Chapter 10 - Truth or Fantasy
Draco raced up and down the lines as vampire after vampire suited up to do battle with the werewolves attacking through the portal. Cursing, he wished for time. No time remained for the plan he’d so desperately attempted to execute. How had everything gone awry? One minute, Draco had Ty in his grasp, the perfect bait for capturing Sonja without battle or loss of vampires. His supply ran low, he mused. “Damnation!” Snarling at the first lackey he passed, Draco shouted orders to hold the line. Cringing at his master’s fury, the poor fellow stumbled into Ty’s path unknowingly and paid the price.
“Your time’s up, Draco. I won’t let you manipulate the situation any longer. We run things now. You’re a dead warlock walking!”
Draco dropped his chin, sneering in disgust at the warrior werewolf. “I’ve no intention of leaving here or dying for the likes of you, werewolf. You’re less than dirt to me. Take heed! Those you love most need you.” With the taunt, Draco flung a finger at the stonewall littered with ammunition, where the image of Sonja appeared gagged and tethered to a pole. “Make a move toward me and the bitch dies! Understood?”
Ty stumbled to a halt. Shifting in the blink of an eye, his mouth fell open. Was it a trick? Was she real or a figment of his imagination? Did Draco play games with his vision? The moments that ticked by were like forever. If he attacked, Sonja could die. If he didn’t, she would certainly die. Playing the odds, Ty straightened as a man, raising his hands in surrender. “You’re right. I can’t allow anything to happen to my mate.” Taking a step in retreat, he acknowledged Draco’s victory. “You’ve won. What price are the spoils?”
Draco threw back his dark head as laughter erupted. His mirth was his undoing as Ty lunged.
Tearing flesh, Ty drug the bastard to his knees. Ty tore skin away from bone, ripping his bloody head from his body. The body of the vampire king smoldered, before disappearing into dust. “Gone!”
His words echoed in the darkness. Sonja’s wolf stepped out of the trees. “Good work, Lieutenant.” The smile she sent him proved the most treasured victory of all.
“I took a gamble. Thank the gods I won.” Gathering her close as she shifted in his arms, he went from allowing the wolf to bathe his face with her tongue to kissing the woman who’d stolen his heart.
Epilogue
The cries coming from the bedroom brought cheers from the men outside. The pack huddled close to the front porch.
Ty stepped to the door of his family’s ranch house, with a smile of jubilance on his face. In his arms he held a bundle which resembled a baby.
Smitty stepped closer. “We be waiting, Lieutenant. What is the wee bundle? A boy or a lass?”
“The baby’s a boy, lads. I have a son!”
The cheers erupted again with verve. In celebration, Smitty grinned foolishly, as he patted Ty’s back, while raising his glass to the men standing behind him. “Blessed be the Western Werewolf pack, for a new generation is born! Blessed be our clan of werewolves whose linage is secure for years to come! The misses – how’s the leader of our humble pack? Sonja came through well, eh?” Smitty’s tongue was loose with the Irish whiskey the pack had been passing amongst them as they waited for the birth.
“She’s fine, boys. She came through with flying colors. A proud man I am today. I have a healthy son, and a wife who’s safe and hardy. I couldn’t be happier.” Ty’s eyes held the gleam of a man with the world at his feet.
The men erupted into cheers and whoops at the news. The party was just getting started as Smitty broke open a keg of moonshine. “Peers we have more than our hides to be grateful for, Lieutenant. Peers we have a future in Texas – one full of promise and good fortune.” He swayed as he saluted Ty who grinned at his captain before turning back to return the baby to his mother.
Behind a closed door with a moment of precious privacy, Ty laid his son next to his mother resting in the bed. Hortence finished her tiding before slipping out with a smile. Wondering now what they’d do without the old woman, Ty turned his attention to a sleepy-eyed Sonja.
With the citron burning bright in her pupils, Sonja smiled up at him. “Did I do well?” she asked softly.
Ty’s heart squeezed with the question. How could she ask? Didn’t she know? “Wife, mother, mate and lover – you’re all things to me, Sonja. You’re the sun in the morning and my moon at night. I love you unconditionally, even when your stubbornness takes hold.” He leaned over to kiss her forehead, which lead to a kiss on the cheek, followed by another on the lips. Taking a breath, he sighed in contentment. “Well – did you do well? You were magnificent, Sonja of the Western Werewolves. You are magnificent.”
The End
Books by Catherine Wolffe
The Lady in the Mist (The Western Werewolf Legend #1)
The Civil War took Sonja Brooks' husband and left her alone. Unprotected and scared, she runs hea
dlong into a life-changing event when she is attacked by a wolf. Her fate as a werewolf is sealed. When she stumbles upon Ty Loflin, a Rebel soldier dying of his wounds, she nurses him back to health. He is the perfect mate but will he want her once he knows the truth?
In Book 1 of this new series by Award-winning author Catherine Wolffe, the Western Werewolf Legend weaves a new blend of western romance with paranormal elements involving werewolves and vampires.
Waking Up Dead (The Western Werewolf Legend #2)
The truth, Sonja Brooks understands is relevant. She's a werewolf with a special 'gift' and faces danger at every turn. Now, the bloodsuckers stalk her family and the man she loves.
He vowed to protect his men despite the cost. Tyler Loflin must save them and Sonja from the threat of Yankee vampires. Seeking help from one of them will test his faith in the human he once knew and his own strength as a newly born werewolf.
Escaping to a better place, Ty and Sonja set out for Texas, but will the freedom and safety they seek elude them?
Comanche Haven (The Loflin Legacy: Book 1)
From the moment Celia, the emerald-eyed, Comanche half-breed, gets off the stage in Tyler, Texas, Seth Loflin realizes he is on a collision course with the past. She was his first love and now the Shooter Creek's ranch boss can't allow her to succumb to the danger that stalks her. Someone wants to kidnap her and sell her as a slave, but now that she's in his protective arms, he intends to keep her safe.
Celia can't run back to the safety of her former life in South Carolina. If she stays at Shooter Creek with Seth, she'll be putting the man she has always loved and his ranch in danger of harboring a Comanche. Seth refuses to leave her side, and his vow to protect her gives Celia the hope and courage she needs. Now she'll fight for her new life with Seth...or die trying.
A Dance in Time (J.T. Leighton, Time Traveler #1)
J.T. Leighton was a good Marine until one extraordinary night in Iraq. Now he’s a good Private Investigator with special skills. He’s on the trail of a woman who’s acquired a priceless necklace. His superiors want her killed, but J.T. wants her. Discovering why will put their lives in jeopardy.
Jessie Colter always wanted to be a dancer. Now, her life’s on hold until she can understand what the strange request left by her deceased parents means. She turns to J.T. Leighton, the only person who believes her, and in doing so, understands more than she’d ever imagined.
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Catherine Wolffe enjoys writing. She loves experimenting with the genres and her latest book reflects a blending of the traditional western romance with paranormal elements. Dabbling in time travel, fantasy, as well as witchcraft, she mixes elements of the fanciful or otherworldly with solid historical figures. Showcasing cowboys, Indians, strong-willed women and steamy romance is her passion. In her romances, her heroines will have a mind of their own, while her heroes will have hearts of gold. All her characters will follow their dreams, because without them, there wouldn't be a story.
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