Running with wolves 13

I took in deep breaths. Doyle's training was a tad tiring, but tough? No. Not for a werewolf anyway. Zak seemed to have a hard time, and yes, Doyle was training me, but Zak decided to train with me so it wouldn't seem as hard. I heard the soft thud of a heart behind me, the raise of an arm, and as fast as lightning I grabbed the fist and used it to twirl around to face Doyle.

"Nice try." Then, I forcefully threw him down by his arm. He clutched his shoulder.

"Ow. Nicely done." He groaned. I smiled. My hearing was improving greatly. If someone was close enough I could here their blood pulse from the heart, or I would hear him or her breathe or disturb the wind when moving a limb or something.

"How do you do that?" he moaned at me.

"What?" I asked beaming down at him.
"How do you notice me?"

"I heard your breathing, and moving around, and heartbeats, and the crinkling grass," I said being specific. "Where's Zak at?"

"He went to take a break."

"Oh. Want to try again?" I asked thrilled I had beaten him in all 6 rounds.

"No, I'd rather not… well at least, not right now, you're pretty good. Maybe run a few laps and that's it for today." He pushed himself off the dry, dusty ground and brushed off.

"I'll go let Doc and Drew know how you did."

"Ok."

"You can hang out here, I think I see Zak coming." I nodded and he used this to get away from o, dangerous me. I had seriously kicked his butt, and each combat round lasted no more than 45 seconds to a minute. Then my ears picked up and Zak trying to sneak out the door. He crept towards me not making much noise, but his steps were still audible and I heard him sucking in his breath and holding it.

"Sneaking up on me is impossible." I heard him sigh loudly from behind me.

"Ugh! It really is impossible! I don't think could be any quieter!"

"Guess what? My sense of smell is improving."

"And?"

"And you smell like Fiskerton." Zak sniffed his black and orange shirt not seeming to smell anything.

"Wow, I mean really, Wow."

"What?" I asked a little confused or shocked.

"Being a werewolf you have an improved sense of smell and hearing and sight, and taste, and touch and well everything, and being the world's evilest cryptid, all I could do was control creatures you don't see on a regular basis."

"That is pretty cool," I reassured in a soft tone.

"Yeah, but think about it, you're stronger too. And your sense of smell allows you to navigate to almost anywhere."

"There are downsides to some of them though. With the sensitive smell, I can smell everything; even the horrid smells, and they are much stronger than they would be to you. The hearing? Constant noise makes it a little less easy to focus, or think, or sleep. The downside to an excellent sense of taste? Well, lets just put myself in the situation where I'm sick and have to take that disgusting medicine that makes it even more unpleasant. The sight, not really a downside to that, its just useful at night and adjusting to different light, and everything is clearer. And the worst of all is the sense of touch, it really doesn't give me anything extra, except when I get cut or break a bone it is only that much more painful. That sense is one of my least favorites," I ended my speech.

Zak looked at me and nodded. Now he understood, there were disadvantages to being a werewolf.

"While we're talking negative," he said.

"Oh no! I was being negative wasn't I?" As a werewolf I was trying to be as positive and as enthusiastic about the whole thing.

"You left out the absolute worst part," he said smirking.

"What?"

"Epsilon is after you every minute until you die," I frowned at his statement. "Unless, we train and show him he can only give up."

"Right back to training. Wanna race?"
"You nah, that's already another win… for you."

"That is pointless, well, I guess I'm just going to run laps then. Time me."

"Ok," he sighed. "Wait here until I get back." I remained seated. Then I heard a twig crunch, and a lady walked out. She was in a grayish blue jumpsuit looking outfit with black boots and a helmet, with locks of black hair dangling down her back.

"Hello. I'm Abbey Grey."

"Hi…" I replied suspicious of this person.

"Who are you?" A werewolf who will eat you soon!

"I'm just visiting the Saturdays." I furrowed my brows.

"Really, do you know the youngest one's secret? Zak, I mean."

"It's old news… why are you here?"

"I have a job I have not fulfilled, both my employers are… gone, but I still must finish this task as I want to do it."

"What are you speaking of?" A low growl rumbled in my throat. I knew instantly she was one not to be trusted.

"The Saturdays were against a very powerful TV show host and an employee, I took over the employees business and he went against me by joining them, and though both are gone now, I still remember the request to finish them off. I figured it would be hard to do it alone, so…. I brought two of their enemies with me." All I got from the speech was that she was going to try and hurt the Saturdays. I got up and snarled at her. A look of shock crossed her face and instantly two nasty looking people came up behind her.

One looked like a human Jaws and the other looked ancient, and filled with black magic. I frowned.

"I won't let you hurt them!" I snapped.

"Hmmm… how are you going to stop me?" she asked, and then she spit in disgust (without actually spitting.) "Ugh, I probably should have been more alert. If you're here, it means you are obviously not regular. A low growl appeared from deep inside my throat, at this point, anyone could tell it was not a human sound. The sound I had breathed just seconds ago could only be heard from a wild animal or a canine.

"So what can you do?" She obviously expected me to show her so I did, making the switch between human and wolf. This was unexpected to her though, which made me even more confident that I could beat this bunch. They would be harder to handle than Doyle, but he was fairly easy to beat. Abbey's eyes bugged out for a second. I was now as tall as she was standing on fours in wolf form.

I let her stare, taking a picture of something so weird would have lasted longer, but I was guessing she hadn't brought a camera. She removed something from her belt, and I wasn't quite sure what it was. I cocked my head at first but then growled knowing this object would be hostile to me. I looked at the three of them quickly and then yowled, sending a warning to the Saturdays, but then in the same second, a silent pew! I caught and another howl arose in the air, this time more pained.

That was it. I attacked, but was instantly surrounded by thin looking flames. I eyed the magician; he was trying to pull off some illusion. I charged through and bit into the sorcerer's unprotected shoulder. He wailed and jerked away tearing more skin. Then he socked me in the eye. I whimpered but slashed my sharp claws at Abbey. She fell wounded and then I turned to Jaws. I snarled, slashed and bit. He grabbed hold of my fore leg and bit through the thin skin cover bone.

I bellowed in pain and anger. I winced and completely turned my back on the sorcerer, which was not the best thing to do. He kicked me hard in the ribs, which knocked the air out of me. I felt tired now and I whimpered. Then a blast of hot fire cruised over my head and into Jaws' face. I had to smirk at the thought of what he was feeling. I turned and saw that the Saturdays to my aide. I was happy to see them, ok and helping, but scared for them at the same time. I slashed once more before springing back then going back in for a head butt. I head butted Abbey just as she was getting up and I almost smiled a wolfy smile. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.

I was excited. It was as if I was enjoying the fight. I was enjoying the rush, fighting a suitable opponent, getting my energy out, and hurting bad people. I barked a dog like bark and lunged all my wolf pounds onto the illusionist. That must have been a devastating blow to him, because I felt my muscles harden like a boulder and smash into him. I heard several cracks and first thought had me wondering which bone in his body had snapped into several pieces, but then I noticed it wasn't just him with the bone breaks.

I yowled out and whined the force of my muscles pounding down hard and hitting something had cracked one of my ribs. I winced and backed off and collapsed eyes shut tight trying to ward off pain at the feet of the family. Doc and Drew were the first to start their attack. Drew used her sword to fend off Jaws while Doc smacked the sorcerer around. Doyle joined in the fight too. Abbey was the one he attacked and for some reason he winced and then started in combat. Abbey reached for another thing in her belt and then threw something forcefully on the ground, and there was a loud CRACKBANG! And smoke exploded everywhere, and then faded.

Doc, Drew and Doyle toppled back from the force and surprise. Doyle seemed to take the worst from the small blast of sparks and smoke, but recovered quickly.

Long before the smoke cleared I saw that the villains had as well. They were nowhere in sight.