Sally gritted her fangs and forced herself to push past the pain from the silver bullet logged in her lower leg, feeling a trickle of blood running down it. If her plan failed, there would only be more agony inflicted upon her by the engaged Roxanne. But going from the sounds of pursuit behind her, her scheme was working for now – the insane she-werewolf was coming after her, drawn away from Sammy, Alice, and Karl. Hopefully, they were safe – or safer – as a result…
This house is my territory now! I will make that work in my favor…
Still moving on all fours, Sally was swifter than the auburn-furred Roxanne chasing her as the pursuit moved to the highest floor of the old house. The serial killer stopped and tried to use both of her fore paws to shoot at Sally. But without actual human hands, she failed to aim properly – and the two shots missed. Meanwhile, Sally reached the window she’d been racing for. Picking up speed with her run, she crashed through the glass – and landed on the top of the angled roof of the floor below where it branched out, level with the window.
Angered by her failure with the pistol, Roxanne flung it aside. Breathing in the broken trail of Sally’s bleeding wound, she eagerly stepped through the broken window and emerged into the night air. Her prey was cornered at the end of the slanted roof, crouched down and facing her, ready for the final fight. Roxanne paused – but she wasn’t going to stop now. She would kill Sally – then help Kevin and Dwayne to eliminate the humans and the unexpected new werewolf who’d attacked Kevin…
As she carefully walked onto the roof, one digitigrade leg on either side of the roof’s apex, Roxanne started to feel her head spin. She swayed slightly – and she tried desperately not to look down at the ground far below.
“I remembered…Roxanne, even if…in your blinded…rage you forgot,” Sally snarled, smiling. “You didn’t…like heights...as a...normal human! And your…wolf likes…them…even less…, I bet.”
Roxanne curled her lip. Crouching down on all fours now, she paced forwards – watching her balance. When the two wolf women were level with each other, they lashed out with their arms and claws – even as they used their lupine legs to prevent themselves from falling off the tiles. Roxanne allowed her rage to push herself on – and soon she had the snarling Sally trapped in a head lock. But it was proving hard to keep her there…
“Hold her steady, Roxanne! I’ll finish her off!”
The auburn-furred lycanthrope looked over her shoulder. Dwayne had appeared at the broken window, Sammy’s pistol in his hand. His head was battered, bruised and bleeding - but he had recovered enough to return to the fight...
Roxanne huffed. She had really wanted to be the one who killed Sally. But this would have to do… She nodded and snarled. “Do it…! Shoot her…, Dwayne.”
There was a flash of movement at the window, and then the shot rang out. Sally was shocked to realize that she wasn’t feeling any pain. Instead, she could feel a splay of bone and blood from…
“Urr…,” Roxanne grunted, her grip around Sally weakening. Sally needed no further prompting. She pulled Roxanne off from her – and then, with relish, shoved the other werewolf away. As she did so, Sally glimpsed the top of her foe’s lupine skull – blown off by the silver bullet. With a glassy, amber-eyed look of dawning horror, Roxanne gave a final cry of terror as she slipped from the roof and rolled down the slates to land, head-first, on the yard below with an ominous, heavy ‘thud’. Sally sighed and forced her eyes away from the grisly sight.
“No!!” Dwayne screamed, seeing what he had inadvertently done. He tried to break free from Karl’s overriding grip on him and the gun – but then Alice slinked up to them and forced the biker thug to part with his weapon as she slowly ran her claws across his arm.
“Surrender…, or die!” she snarled.
Dwayne gave up, and Alice shoved the crying henchman back into the toilet. Whilst she kept guard, Karl hurriedly raced downstairs to the yard. At his urging, Sally rolled off the roof – and she was caught by his outstretched arms.
“Thank you…, my brother,” Sally smiled at Karl. “You and Alice…worked out…what to…do, then?”
Karl nodded as he set Sally down. “Alice and…I are…now your…kindred, Sally. We can…be a…pack together!” His ears drooped for a moment. “Sammy…! We need…to help…him.”
Back in the hallway, Karl and Sally knelt besides the black private investigator, who was still bleeding from his neck, even as he pressed a clean handkerchief against the injury Roxanne had inflicted upon him. Karl helped him as best he could.
“It’s too late to…phone for help, ain’t it?” Sammy gasped at them.
Sally whined and nodded. She gently held their ally’s free hand. “Sammy… There’s only one…way we can…save your life…in time.”
He sighed, understanding. “Do it…”
Karl nodded and eased the handkerchief away from Sammy Cornetto’s neck. Bending forward, Sally licked at the wound, passing on her saliva…