She Rules the Wolves Chapter 3

Becca slowly slid down a wall opposite the girls who were moaning in the terror . The noise was unconscious, they were so afraid it was miraculous they hadn't passed out in fear . After a bit, the once beautiful girl now covered in someone else's blood spoke . "Do you want to live?" This was said in a non-threatening tone . Becca waited a quarter hour and spoke again trying to pull her own random thoughts together to try to give the girls a calming influence . "Do you want to live?" Slowly ever so slowly faces appeared . Their panic so extreme, speech was impossible . Only their eyes spoke .
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"Yes!" said those two sets of eyes . The former college girls who were newly created werewolves could only stare in fresh fear at the monster before them . This little bit of a thing had killed that mountain of a man! A gold studded ear lay not 1/2 a meter from them! Becca gave them her best face and said," I'm going out back . You won't see me again . Stay here and in a couple hours a woman will return . I think her name is Cally this time . She'll take care of you . You'll be safe with her . "

Becca slowly stood and walked out through the large whole in the back wall that had appeared during this fight . She walked until she could not smell the blood and violence . She raised her hands to the sky in kind of a plea, then slowly collapsed to the ground . she lay there looking at the stars . She didn't know how this worked exactly . It wasn't her magic . In all her life while she had looked for a way to end her existence she had met a man; a glorious man who would not kill her but gave her this gift, the ability to forget .

She closed her eyes knowing she was about to lose Olen forever . She would close her eyes and in a couple hours wake up a new woman . She would look different and sound different . Oh, her body structure would be about the same . She would appear as a twenty something caucasian woman . She had never been anything else so she didn't expect anything different now . Blonde, she wished for blonde this time . Her hair had been black since the 1860's .

Hundreds of miles away her Olen sat with his good friend Marcus . He'd called Marcus over because he really didn't want to die alone . Olen handed another beer to his friend, " Marcus, sigh* " He started again, " Marcus, in a couple days a young wolf will appear . She . . . " Olen was torn on what to say and how to say it . Marcus was himself confused by his friend's inability to explain . Olen took a long pull from his ale and said finally, " I die tonight . I have only the regret of not seeing her again . " " She saved me . Before I laid waste to the world she saved me . " "Help her if you can . I . . . " Marcus grabbed his friend's arm in alarm "Olen!" Olen gripped his friend's arm in a warrior's exchange . " Tell her to give me damn Viking's funeral or I'll haunt her ass!" Then suddenly the light faded from Olen Hamundarson eyes .

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