9 Out For Blood

      "Now tell me where they were headed you fool or face the same fate as the others," Snarled Gasta holding an elder villager up by the leg. The village that Calder and Cassandra had been in only days before was now in ruins, the brother werewolves had slaughtered the entire village in search of the two. The buildings around them now lay in ruins, bodies strewn about from the panic of the attack, a pile of bodies formed during the interrogation. The blood of the villagers coated the already vile beasts. Erikson stood nearby, the audible crunch of a severed leg shaking the last villager. "They are headed toward Morda," the old man cried, "please spare me. I beg you!" "Oh, don't worry. We have the information we seek, we no longer have need for you anymore." Gasta said lifting him up to eye level. Erikson pierced the old man through the spine killing him instantly. "We have what we need brother," Gasta said tossing the old man on a pile of bodies, "we've had or fill now let us go. We have prey to catch." They howled in unison and sped off down the road.--

       "Be well young ones, I hope the sage will be able to help you Calder," Mother Tanya said hugging each of them goodbye. "We will mother," Calder said smiling and rubbing his freshly cut hair. "We will be back as soon as we can mommie," Cassandra said hanging from Tanya. "Thank you for all you've taught me Mother Tanya, I wish to return to your service when we have finished our journey," Monique said hugging her goodbye. With that the three set out toward the outskirts of the large capital city leaving Mother Tanya standing there smiling at the young ones. "I have high hopes for the three of them," Mother Tanya said closing the door to the church a walking into town. She spent the day visiting with villagers, comforting, healing, and bringing happiness to all she encountered.
       Joyful feelings were soon replaced with screams of terror as villagers and guards rushed toward a home where the two werewolves stood on the roof holding up a man and a woman. "Where is the crimson headed traveler and his younger companion!" Gasta said throwing the woman into the crowd, "we are here for them and will cause no trouble if you hand them over now." Whispers of the villagers soon filled the area. "Get her to the church!" Mother Tanya said to a group of guards, "I'll deal with these beasts. I don't know who you are but you will not have the travelers!" "Well what do we have here?" Gasta snarled leaping from the roof, landing in front of Mother Tanya, "a single brave soul in the face of death. It seems as though we will have to teach this pitiful cleric a lesson." Mother Tanya placed her hands together and closed her eyes. "Praying won't help you now fool," Gasta laughed raising his paw to strike. Before he could strike Mother Tanya opened her now glowing eyes and placed her hand on his chest and propelled him into the wall of the city. "Brother!" Erikson roared dropping the man and charging toward Mother Tanya, "you will pay woman!" He swung at Mother Tanya who batted away the attack with a flick of her wrist, binding the arm in light. "You poor creatures, what has happened to your lonely souls," Mother Tanya said walking toward Erikson who was in a panic trying to free himself from his glowing binds, "I will free you from your torment and return you to our Father." She placed her hands on Erikson's head who howled in pain. Slowly he began to turn into a human. He was a frail man with long curly black hair. His dark eyes cried as he fell to the floor, "for so long I have lived in that form, a savage beast," the man said, "thank you." He drifted away, his body to weak to continue.
       "Now you, tell your master that if he so much as scratches those two that he will have the full force of heaven upon him," Mother Tanya said glaring at Gasta who was only now getting to his feet. "You will pay for this," Gasta said as he leaped from the town and over the wall.