Excerpt
A wolf has to look out for his pack…


I could see them now. They were in the trees just ahead of me, set up behind some bushes so they’d have a good view of anyone approaching the van. Sam was tied to a tree behind them, blood dripping from his mouth and a nasty looking cut above his left eye. They couldn’t have been at this long, the blood hadn’t even started to dry. Sam started to stir and groaned loudly. At the sound, the man closest to me stood up, hunched over and made his way back to where Sam was tied up.

“That’s it Gringo” he said as he drew a nasty looking machete. “You ain’t making anymore noise… ever.” He smiled wickedly as he brought the blade up, preparing to strike down on the side of Sam’s neck.

I snarled and leapt at him. I was in motion before he could start to bring the blade down. Unfortunately, I waited a hair too long. He heard the snarl and turned, managing to get his other arm up in time to block my jaws from locking onto his throat. He had the machete ready and brought it down on me. I knew it was coming and rolled, still locked onto his arm with my jaws. The blade cut into my back haunch but he was the one that screamed as my mouth filled with blood from the torn flesh of his arm....