Toughest
It is 8:07 A.M. Griffin Hammond, a third generation wolf, watched the world before it exploded. At quarter after, Los Lobos would start a Civil War. Lines had been foolishly drawn in the sand a generation ago.
After the fall of Soviet Russia, a father took his two sons out of the country. He brought them to the United States, changing their names to 'Hammond' in the process.
The brothers were insatiable- drugs weren't enough, alcohol was insufficient, and women broke too easily.
They ran an international criminal empire for years. Then one of them turned State's evidence, bringing his dogs to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The split had been a serious breach in authority. Who was in charge when half of the force left?
8:08
Griffin Hammond settled himself down. His uncle wanted to know who was stronger. Now both branches of the Wolf Pack would go to war. The body count would be enormous.
The Big Bad Wolf had howled in anger. His father had decided to bring in a new leader for his son's team. This wolf was weak; especially when it came to women.
"They are to be treated with respect. Ask before taking, don't just rape them," He was serious.
8:10
Big bad wolves don't take orders from those who are kind. Wolves are for raping, and killing, and dominating the weak. The foolish crowd outside the Bushwell Plaza deserved to die.
In a few minutes, body parts would be strewn across the ground, sirens would sound across the city, and that- BITCH Carly-fucking-Shay would remember who was really in charge. He would show her, and her slutty little whore friend Sam. Both of them needed to be taught a lesson, needed to remember they were worthless- absolute trash, and their only goal in life was to satiate whatever deplorable desire he harbored.
Unfortunately, they were on a 'watch only' list.
8:11
Finally, it was getting time to show off. Carly and Sam were about to arrive home. The Big Bad Wolf snarled in hatred. They both seemed happy. For one thing, Carly was not hiding under a rock after her protector had been buried under a freaking building. She should have known what was coming her way. For another, Sam had not killed herself yet.
Griffin felt disappointment. After spending years breaking down boys mentally and physically, a mere bitch managed to overcome his training. Of course, she was friends with Carly, and Freddie had been there…
Maybe he was overreacting. Carly was just a girl, right? One h.p.o.a. he just so happened not to have screwed. And Sam, he had had his fun with her already. Her screams had filled his ears many nights.
So why was the Big Bad Wolf so upset?
8:12
The explosives were hard enough to get to. The new leader had the queerest of beliefs when it came to revenge- it is only an unfulfilled desire. He told the Big Bad Wolf that he had to keep it small.
Fine, he would keep it small. It was now their senior year. The girls had not seen hide or hair of an Institute Dog in six months. Well, not as far as they knew… both had been monitored quite extensively by both sides.
8:13
Two minutes until show time. The girls obliviously chatted as they made their way to the inside of the building. The Big Bad Wolf drooled his rage out. They would be close enough to the blast to feel it without being damaged.
It is not as though they could lodge a complaint with his boss. He had no desire to hear them out on anything. They were, after all, to blame for the Seattle Institute's failing.
Griffin's phone rang. It was his leader. He picked it up, greeting his master submissively.
8:14
The countdown began. The new leader went on to explain how important it was to leave certain things alone- especially Carly-fucking-Shay.
Griffin growled out his annoyance. This yapping dog wanted to protect her after everything she had done to him?! Fine, that was fine, but he could still scare her, right?!
8:15
There were two pops, a puff of smoke and that was it. Apparently The Big Bad Wolf had not been very successful at sneaking the explosives out after all.
Carly and Sam had been a bit shocked, but that's it. They were not terrified, and he certainly had not put them in their place. They were very, very lucky dogs on both sides had been ordered only to watch them, or they would have been in very, very big trouble.
Someday soon he would have them both. Until then, his brother was in charge.