Mated to the Mountain Wolf

by Emilia Hartley

  “Damn, that must be worth a lot of money,” Gloria said, leaning over the box.

  “Yeah, drug money,” Cynthia replied. She returned to the bars. The guards weren’t in the cave; they were standing outside having a smoke.

  “Gloria, how many kids do we have to get out,” she asked.

  “Fifteen, plus two other adults. What, are you planning on breaking out of here?” she asked, “Cause if so, I’m in.” She had a broad toothy smile on her face.

  “I have a feeling that if we don’t, nobody else will find us,” she said.

  Her mind started to wander. Where the hell was Alex? If only he were here.

  I hope he’s okay.

  What if he was dead already? No. She couldn’t allow herself to think like that. That was a defeated person. If she could get out, then she could find him herself. That was the only option. But, getting herself out wouldn’t be that hard. What would be hard was getting out with fifteen pups and three old women. The odds were not in their favor.

  There had to be some way they could get out.

  Think Cynthia, Think.

  Oh, to be an alpha. To have the strength to bend steel as though it were paper. If Connor were here he could have smashed through the bars and taken out the guards in an instant. But, that wouldn’t work. There would probably be more guards outside.

  Those guards would probably be human, though. Humans were weak. A shifter was easily twice as strong as any human. If it came to a confrontation where she could use her strength, she might also have a chance.

  But, once again, there were children to think about.

  The other adults played with the younger kids. Some of them cried. Others that were too young to understand their situation just watched things unfold without any real expression. Most of them were tired or hungry.

  The sun blinded Cynthia for a second. She had to hold up her hand to keep it at bay. However, it wasn’t coming from the cave entrance. She scanned the room quickly to find its source. It was coming from above. There was a small hole in the top of the cave. She hadn’t seen it before because of the shadows cast by the canopy of heavy leaves and branches that darkened the space.

  “Gloria,” Cynthia said, “Do you think you could fit through that?” She pointed to the hole in the ceiling. Gloria looked up and squinted against the sunlight.

  “I’m not sure. How would we even get up there?”

  The obvious answer was right behind them. Cynthia pointed at the tower of drugs that lined the wall. Gloria understood right away.

  “Get the kids in order. Tell them we’re going to play a climbing game in a second. I’ll go out first to scout. Make sure they know to follow me, alright?”

  Gloria nodded and set about her task. Step one was complete, now for step two, build a giant climbing wall to the ceiling. She lifted the half empty box, it was incredibly heavy.

  Shit.

  “Gloria,” she whispered, “I might need your help.”

  “I’m a little busy at the moment,” she replied in a sing-song voice.

  “Hey! Shut the hell up!” shouted one of the guards, not bothering to look in.

  Then the unthinkable came. The thumping of a motorcycle engine roared from outside. Within seconds, Torque came to a screeching halt just behind the truck outside. His tattooed arms showed fresh bruises. His eye was still black so he hid it, rather poorly, under a pair of darkened shades. When he leaned off his bike, he winced in pain. As he turned, all Cynthia saw was a wicked smile, he walked forward with an obvious limp.

  “Well, well well,” he said, “Looks like there’s one pup I won’t have to search for after all.” He pulled a pistol from the waistband of his tight fitting jeans. “Do you like this?” he asked, waving it in front of Cynthia’s face, “Scab thought you’d like it. He’s probably out there right now, looking for your daddy. I’m going to put him in his place.”

  Cynthia spat at him. He didn’t flinch, but wiped it from his brow anyway.

  “I thought I’d keep you alive long enough to watch him die. I heard Mutt took out that wolf den up in the mountains. I’m sure he’s having a lot of fun with your boy Alex right now.”

  Alex!

  Cynthia scrunched up against the bars, reaching out as far as she could to grab at Torque. He backed away just in time.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk, we got a feisty one here,” he said.

  “You let him go!” Cynthia said.

  “And, why the hell should I do that?” he asked.

  “Because if you don’t, I’ll … I’ll …-”

  “You’ll what, kill me? Trust me kiddo, I already know what that feels like.” He wheeled around to walk for the exit, took a couple steps, stopped, and then turned to face her again. “I count myself lucky, you wanna know why?”

  Cynthia stared at him, unsure of what to say.

  “I’m an integral part of this establishment. Who else manages to push this much product through the area without gettin’ caught? It’s a good thing one of them happened to be a bear, cause otherwise I might have been meeting my maker by now,” he said.

  “Someone let you out?” Cynthia asked.

  “That they did, popped the lock with a key and sent me running. Hell, by the time they found out, I was long gone. Even killed one of their guards on the way out,” he laughed. “Those pieces of shit. Those goddamn bears. They wanted to know where the rest of our dens were. Like I’d give them shit. They’re probably off searching the middle of the woods for our place. News flash, kiddo. There was never anywhere else but right here.”

  This was bad. Not only was Torque on the loose but there was a traitor in the bear den.

  “How do you think Eli knew where the bear alpha’s wife was? You see, there are plenty of people willing to trade any information they have for just a little bit of cold hard cash. You get enough money in life and you’re the king. Now that we got Mutt’s gang to join us, we got enough guys with guns to destroy all the rest of the dens no problem.” Torque leaned close to the bars, his pistol lined squarely up with Cynthia’s heart. “One squeeze and it’s one less little wolf to deal with.”

  “Don’t you have any guts,” Cynthia chided, “A real wolf would fight tooth and nail, not with something as cheesy as a pistol. You know what I see? I don’t see a king, I see a coward.”

  Torque’s face scrunched up in rage. His face became flush and his bruises pulsed. He tapped the gun against the cage, trying one last time to intimidate her, but she wouldn’t fall for it.

  “If you kill me, you might as well point that little chunk of metal at your head and pull the trigger yourself. A real coward’s way out. Otherwise, Alex and Crunch will hunt you to the ends of the earth,” she said.

  “That is, IF they find you,” he said.

  They were interrupted by the sound of a gunshot just outside the cave.

  “What the hell is that?” Torque shouted. A bullet echoed softly from the lake side. Gunfire only meant one things, allies.

  The guards outside dropped their cigarette and readied their rifles.

  “This isn’t over, you little bitch,” Torque said, pointing his gun one last time to threaten Cynthia.

  “Hope it isn’t Crunch,” Cynthia said, smiling back through the bars. Torque’s eyes widened. He snatched a rifle that was leaning against the wall and marched out of the cave. For the first time, they were alone.

  “What’s that sound?” one of the kids asked.

  “Fireworks,” replied, winking at the adults, “Just some fireworks. Do you want to go Cynthia see them?”

  “Yeah!” came a collective shout from the group.

  “Okay, you’ll have to follow me, and stay close, okay? Don’t want a stray firework to get you while we’re out there,” she said.

  The kids nodded.

  Still, there was the matter of stacking the boxes right. Cynthia pushed a few on the ground to make a base to stack them. But, the larger ones were just a little too heavy for her to lift by herself. She had to try. As s
he dug her heels in to lift, she was greeted by Gloria who came to her aid.

  “I’m ready to see some fireworks as well,” she said with a wink.

  Together, their efforts were just enough to lift and move the heavy boxes of drugs. They hurriedly built a tower three boxes high. It wasn’t the most stable of structures but it would have to do.

  Cynthia hefted herself up first. If she could get through the hole then she could help out the rest of the kids. The wobbly structure leaned left to right. She squatted low to gain her balance before standing to her full height on the top box. It was just high enough that she could hook her fingertips outside the hole.

  With her strength, she easily lifted herself through the crack in the ceiling of their cage. It was a good thing she was pretty skinny herself or she might not have fit as easily. Once she was out, she examined her surroundings. The lake she recognized from a few days ago spread out behind her. From this angle, it didn’t look so big.

  The tallest cabin stood proud on the hillside. She could see Torque and a few of his goons start winding behind it, through a path she didn’t recognize. Maybe that was where they were keeping Alex. She tried to hold out a hope at the very least.

  Having gained her bearings, she leaned back to the hole.

  “Okay kids, one at a time!”

  They did as they were told, climbing up the stacks of boxes carefully. Cynthia grabbed their tiny hands and pulled them up to relative safety. After the fifth kid, she lifted Gloria out to aid her.

  Within minutes, they were all clear and standing atop the hill. Cynthia began to lead them in the only direction she knew that might be safe, but they’d have to pass the lake. It was out in the open, if anyone was watching they would be easily caught. Maybe even captured or killed.

  She perished the thought. Right now she needed to get these people out of here.

  “This way,” she said. She paced down the side of the hill. The kids seemed to be having fun climbing down. Some even rolled to safety. At the bottom was a large patch of rocky sand. Cynthia made sure to keep an eye out for any movement.

  Now was the hard part, the large clearing where the cabins were built. From where she stood she could see three bodies, all of them bikers, and all of them knocked out. She breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that was all of them. Maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about being caught.

  She started walking across the open expanse. Slowly at first, hunching over to be ready to dive to the ground if she heard shooting. When none came, she considered herself lucky.

  “I think we’re clear,” she said, “Let’s get these kids out of here!”

  Gloria started to bring the kids out with her. Their little legs pumped through the thick packed sand and patchwork grass easily enough. Then Cynthia heard something she hoped he wouldn’t. Motorbikes. Lots of them.

  “Go back!” she shouted, “hide!”

  It was already too late. The first of the bikes pulled to a stop, Scab riding proudly in the lead. He turned into quite a cocky little shit in no time at all. As he pulled to a full stop, he spotted Cynthia.

  Shit.

  “You!” he shouted.

  “Run!” Cynthia screamed. She ran back to the group, hefting one of the slower kids into her arms. There were three directions, toward the bikers, back to their cage, or towards the path where Torque had just run.

  Rifles were being cocked. In her haste she chose the least of the three evils. Maybe if she could get to Torque she could use him as a hostage. Couldn’t hurt to hope.

  She urged the kids through the small path that lead into dense foliage. Gloria huffed and took up the rear. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

  CHAPTER 8

  Part of her hoped that going this direction would allow her to meet up with Alex. He was her knight. He always rode in when she was in danger and made everything right. She wanted to be held by him again. Or hold his waist while they bumped and trundled down the road on Mutt’s old motorcycle.

  Damn their luck. It had held out so far, but it going only be stretched so thin. When would it finally snap? It seemed like it was doing exactly that right now.

  Gloria was in the rear, she was old and nowhere near capable of running away from Scab. How many new bikers did he bring along with him? Ten? Fifteen? She lost count.

  Her inner wolf was begging to be let out. It wanted blood. She was fast; she could easily outrun these bastards. If only these kids weren’t here. Every instinct inside her wanted to abandon them. Survival of the fittest. But, every ounce of humanity drew her back, kept them close. They were people’s children. Daughters and sons. They represented the future of the pack. If they were to die, then the pack would die. No, she had to save them all.

  Still, maybe she could buy them some time to get away. If she was fast then maybe she could go on the attack. She could hit them hard and retreat to safety before they could retaliate. At this point it was beginning to become her only option.

  “Gloria!” she shouted, “Make sure they get to safety!” She tossed the child in her arms to Gloria while she sprinted against the pack.

  “Cynthia!” she shouted. There was no time to register regret. She’d made her decision. There was freedom in knowing that there was no other path available. Exhilaration took hold within her chest.

  She saw Scab and his boys running after them. The smallest of them was still twice her size, but that just meant they were all slow. She slipped off her jacket, letting it billow to the ground, then the tiny tube top around her chest that she called a shirt. With a flick of her finger she undid the top button of her jeans.

  It felt like riding a roller coaster. The rush of adrenaline latched on to her and wouldn’t let her go. She rid the wave as it cascaded through her body. Is this what they called a warrior’s high? Fur sprouted from the back of her hands as they reshaped into the paws she always knew. Bloodlust overcame her senses as she fell to all fours, ready for a fight. Her bones stretched into her wolf shape while her muscles snapped to cover them. She growled from somewhere deep within her throat. A place she’d never touched before.

  If she had a mouth she would have laughed.

  Where are you Alex?

  She wanted to be held by him again, at least one more time. She wanted to pet her hand through his raggedy hair and feel his muscles under her fingers. If she knew where he was, she would at least have had some measure of hope to drive herself forward. But, maybe hope had become her crutch. It was time to face facts.

  Her body lurched forward as fast as she could. The thick underbrush whipped at her eyes as she passed. The air in her lungs mixed with the fire in her belly as she exhaled fire.

  Just a few days ago she’d stared down the barrel of a gun, Scab’s gun, the same one that Torque had threatened her with just earlier today. Now she was facing down at least fifteen men, all of them with guns. Each one loaded with silver bullets. Just one shot would be enough to put her down. So, she had to be faster.

  The first barrage of bullets came. One grazed her shoulder. A line of thick crimson spread out to meet the sky. Still she charged. There was only one neck she wanted first, Scab’s. That skinny, silver-haired bastard was the one that betrayed her father. If she could take at least one guy with her, she wanted it to be him.

  Another barrage of bullets followed soon after. This time one found its way through the tip of her ear while another clipped at her cheek. More blood flowed through her open wounds. Her frantic running was doing no help it aiding to stop the blood flow, if anything she was making it worse. But, still she charged forward.

  “Stand still you stupid bitch,” Scab shouted.

  Not in your dreams

  She barked loudly as she leapt with all the strength her hind legs would allow. She watched as his eyes went wide. Her powerful jaws sunk deep into his neck as she tackled Scab to the ground. His gurgled screams horrified his comrades who stopped firing their guns.

  When she lifted her bloody muzzle she could see that her attack
had weakened their resolve. But, it hadn’t killed it. With Scab dead on the ground beneath her feet she howled into the air. The blood curdling scream echoed past the lake, through the trees, deafening her would be attackers. Then she leveled her eyes at the rest of them.

  The first few began to back away, more keen on running rather than fighting the demon dog that had just killed their leader. She dared not stop, otherwise the sting of the silver that scraped at her skin would set in and she would be unable to fight onward. Even now it was begging her to stop, but she dared not listen.

  She dashed forward again. Within a second she was on the next wolf, who was trying his hardest to run away. She tackled him to the ground, wrapping her jaws around his neck.

  More gunshots rang out. She wasn’t even fazed by the bullets anymore. Accepting death gave her freedom she’d never known. She thought back to all the times her grandmother kept her inside the house. It felt so small, so insignificant now being kept inside by something as simple as a scolding.

  She wondered what happened to her grandmother. She was supposed to be at Cliff Walker den, but when Cynthia arrived, hoping to revive their unfinished conversation, she was nowhere to be found. Had she run off? Or was she killed by the hunter as well? Whatever the case, it didn’t matter now.

  “Screw this,” said one of the wolves. He cast off his gun, tearing his jacket from his chest, roaring as he began to shift. A few other dogs got the same idea.

  Good, let them come.

  Four of them stayed in total. In wolf form they were quite intimidating. Scars stood out against their patchy fur. The largest of them had an old wound that tore out part of his lip. Perhaps an old fight for dominance?

  Why couldn’t I be an alpha?

  The four of them started to surround her. Seeing her chance, she sprinted away. They gave chase but were too slow. Their heavy bodies weren’t made for speed. Without their guns they wouldn’t be able to catch her. A glimmer of hope returned to her mind. Maybe she really could make it out.

  That came crashing down when she hit a hidden tree root, raised just far enough from the ground to catch her leg, and just low enough that it didn’t breach over the top of the thick brush.