The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Peter’s POV

“Beta, I’ve got confirmed werewolves in the compound. The cabins are just like she described, all the same with green painted decks facing the water. I can scent at least five, plus Luna Linnea.”

“Stay back and downwind, I’m calling this in and then we will get set for the rescue.” Finally. We were parked a mile away from the lake cabins we had identified, and my patrol up the south side of the lake had borne fruit. The wind was out of the north today, the wind cold and the sky a robin’s egg blue. I pulled out my cellphone and dialed my Alpha.

He answered on the fourth ring, a little groggy. “Peter?”

“Yes, Alpha Stan. We found them.” The phone dropped, then he picked it up. “You there?”

“Yeah. I was napping, give me a second and I’ll put you on speaker.” I heard the phone being set down. “Go ahead, Peter.”

“We’re at the cabins identified on Caribou Lake, east of Twig. Our scouts have positive scent on five plus wolves plus Luna Linnea.” I could hear paper shuffling and keystrokes. “We have a good surveillance position downwind of the cabins.”

“How many men do you have,” Sven asked.

“Twelve of us total.”

“Peter, I’m going to send you the other team we sent up. They are up by Shaw, so they should be there in an hour or less. Stay back, but don’t let anyone leave. If you have to go, go.”

“Beta, I have full confidence in you and your team. You’re our best chance to get her back alive, so if you have to move, do it without hesitation,” Sven said. “May Luna guide your steps.”

“Thank you, Alpha, we’ll do our best.” I ended the call and gathered my men around my computer, where I had a map pulled up. The guys had unwittingly set themselves in a poor defensive location, probably not expecting a fight. They were on the west side of the lake, but it was only a few hundred yards before the shoreline turned almost due west for a couple of miles. The lake ice was thin, not able to support an adult werewolf, and still had a lot of open water. I marked positions I wanted my men, covering the access roads to the cabins and homes along this side of the lake. My plan was simple; set men to prevent an escape, get a bunch of men as close as we could without detection, then attack quickly and without mercy.

My men were in position and waiting, most in human form and still in vehicles, but four hidden in the woods in wolf form. We were using spotting scopes to keep an eye on the cabins. It looked like only the center one was being used, and there was one man walking around outside. He was staying close to the cabin and seemed more interested in smoking and staying out of the wind than security.

An hour later, the other squad arrived along with a surprise. “Alpha Sven… what are you doing here?”

“I brought the helicopter, and I needed to be here for my mate,” he said. “Any changes?”

“No sir, it’s quiet.”

“Beta, we’ve got a car and a panel van approaching from the west, two minutes out. They have guns visible and I have eyes on four, there could be more.”

“No time to wait. Snipers, take them out as soon as you have a shot. Attack teams, GO GO GO.” I told two of my men to escort the Alpha to the cabin while I drove my Expedition to intercept. The driver of the next car was right behind me; we pulled in front of the road leading to the cabin, just around the corner they would have to make to follow the lakeshore as it turned south. I had men take cover in the trees on both sides, while the rest of us took cover behind the big SUV’s. I could hear howls, gunshots and screams from the cabin behind me and the road to my left.

The lead truck took the turn at speed, the driver fighting a skid as the front right tire had been shot out. We opened up on him, my rifle slamming into my shoulder as the . 308 round was sent into the windshield. I saw the blood explode from the back of the driver’s head, and the car went off the road to the right and hit a tree. My men followed it in, a few shots later it was over. “Where’s the panel van?”

“We took it out, all secure.”

“Car’s secure, falling back to the cabin. Status?”

“We’re in a standoff, Beta.” I jumped into the Expedition, turning around and stopping by the driveway. I ran up to the cabin with my pistol out, joining the others, just as a man came out with a knife to Linnea’s throat.

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Alpha Sven’s POV

Beta Peter had already given the order to attack, then he waved for me to join while he ran for the cars. “What’s going on,” I asked the warriors flanking me as we ran at full speed towards the cabin. My escorts were in wolf form, one huge silver-grey wolf and a smaller white and grey wolf.

“Two hostile vehicles approaching so he had to move now,” the man said as we made the turn into the driveway from the road. Wolves were swarming the cabin, jumping through windows and crashing through doors. A werewolf tried to run, but one man was biting his rear leg while another jumped for his neck. They had him beat, but he kept struggling and his throat was torn out. We ran around to the front where I could still hear shouting. As I rounded the corner, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

My mate, my Linnea, was being dragged out of the house in the arms of a huge man. She was helpless, her legs chained, and her hands bound behind her back. A large knife was at her throat and it was already cutting in as he moved her. A thin line of blood ran down to her chest where it was absorbed by her blouse. I dropped to my knees, we weren’t fast enough.

“Let her go,” Peter said. “You’re surrounded, your men are dead. If you release her, we will turn you over to the American Council where you will get a trial and a chance.”

He laughed as me pushed her forward to the edge of the deck. “Foolish Americans. You think I fear you? Fear dying? The only one I fear is Yuri.” He glared at me. “If you don’t want your mate to die, back off now. We’re taking a car, and if anyone tries to follow us I’ll kill her.”

I looked over at Peter, he was frustrated. All these men, and he had nothing. If one of his men had a clear shot, now was the time to take it. When he lifted his hands and started to back off, I knew he didn’t. “Back off,” he ordered. His men backed away from the lake, retreating with us towards the south.

He was so busy staring at Peter that he didn’t see what was happening. A mist started to rise from the lake, forming a trail as it came up to the deck behind him. The mist moved until it covered the knife, and there I saw ice starting to form. It only took a few seconds before the knife was encased in a block of solid ice and the mist was moving to his hand.

He looked down in shock as his hand cooled and ice formed around it. He pulled the knife back, trying to cut her neck but only the edge was still exposed, and it barely cut her skin. I ran forward, Peter reacting at the same time, and we crashed into them. I pulled Linnea out of his arms and rolled away, letting my body take the impact with the deck and the cabin. When I looked up, Peter was crouched, facing off against the large Russian who now had an ice club for his left hand.

We watched in fascination as the mist grew in intensity, now swirling around his feet as he swung the ice-covered knife against the cabin wall to try and break it. He looked down, his feet were frozen to the deck, the ice holding him fast as he struggled. “WHAT IS THIS?”

Beta Peter stepped back, watching him get more and more frustrated as the ice held him fast. “Where is Beta Shura?”

“Fuck you.” I watched fascinated as the mist changed; looking back to the lake, I could see ice blocks forming in the water. Once they became the size and shape of bricks, they floated up to the deck and started placing themselves around his feet. He bent down, trying to stop them, but as soon as they were in place they fused themselves to the others, making a solid wall of ice blocks up to his shins. “What sorcery is this?”

Peter just smiled. “The kind you can’t fight. We need information, and you have it.” More bricks flew up from the lake, the box-like structure was now up to his knees. With one good hand and his feet frozen in place, he couldn’t stop them from building the wall higher. “You will die if you don’t tell us, but there are different ways to die. There are the deaths of a warrior, a death you chose not to take and you do not deserve. There are clean, painless deaths, and then there is what awaits you.”

He tried beating his club hand against the outside of the wall which was now to his thighs, succeeding only in breaking his arm just above the ice line. He screamed in pain as it hung at an angle; it was useless at his side now. The ice blocks continued to stack and fuse together, now enclosing the knife. “I’ll never tell.”

“Perhaps. And perhaps as this ice coffin closes above you, as we watch you struggle to breathe through the clear ice, perhaps then you will regret not speaking while you had the chance. Being buried alive is a bad way to go. Being buried in ice? The air just on the other side, you can see the sun and watch the wind blow the snow the whole time? All of us watching you struggle? That is going to be a bad death for you, but a fitting death for a man who hides behind a woman instead of fighting like a warrior.” The blocks continued to fly in and stack themselves, now it was up to his waist.

“Wait,” I said. The bricks stopped flying, hovering in the air. “Restrain his arm.” A few men moved forward, grabbing his arm and pinning it behind him. “Get the keys.” One reached into his pocket, pulling out a key ring. He brought it over, and I unlocked the silver handcuffs from Linnea’s wrists, then unlocked the padlock that held the chain on her legs. “Put them on him.”

He tossed the chain to one of his men, who put it around his legs. He then put on gloves and picked up the silver-coated cuffs. They didn’t bother with his broken arm, the ice covering his hand and the knife had already fused with the bricks and it wasn’t going anywhere. His remaining wrist was secured to the chain now locked around his waist. I stood Linnea up, holding her shivering body to my side. “Proceed,” I said, and the blocks started flying in again.

“We know Shura is building an army.” The man shook his head no, the bricks continued to stack.

“Tell us where Shura is, and where the rest of the men are. You’ve already lost, have you not heard the news from back home?” Peter grinned as he saw the man had no idea.

“What?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” Peter pulled out his phone and brought up the story on the Russian media. Walking up to the now-helpless man, he let him read for himself about Yuri’s empire being raided, his Alpha now a wanted fugitive. “If Yuri pokes his head out, he goes to jail, and the Sicilians or his many enemies kill him. If the European Council gets him, he gets executed. It’s over. You’re going to die a horrible death for a man who is already a dead man walking. Many more of your friends are going to die if I can’t stop this now.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.