Sui Generis – 52

 

Randulf didn't mean to tap into Lew's thoughts. He was just going to ask if he'd found Alanna. But before he could, he felt sadness emanating from his ex-lover. Curious, considering the situation, he delved into the reason and got the surprise of his life.

At first he was angry. Make amends my ass. After what he did? Still, he couldn't help the flare of hope. It would never work though, he told himself. This is Lew, the perpetual playboy who thinks, and acts, as if he's the gods' gift to anyone, male or female, who crosses his path. The man who can't settle on one person for fear he'll miss out on someone else. I should know. But still…

His thoughts were interrupted when Lew sent him a visual. It showed a woman Randulf instantly knew had to be Alanna. She appeared to be talking animatedly while she looked up at Lew. They were walking toward the trees at the far side of the lot from the building housing the rave.

::Wait it out,:: Lew said. ::Don't move too soon.::

Randulf was tempted to reply, "I'm not an amateur," but thought better of it. Lew had to keep his attention focused entirely on Alanna as they waited for her to make her move.

*****

Lew managed to send Randulf one more visual of where they were before everything went south.

Alanna spun to face him, her hands gripping his arms with inhuman strength. "You're clever. You almost had me fooled, but then I remembered you."

"Me?" Lew looked innocently at her. "Believe me, we haven't met. I'd never forget such a beautiful woman."

As he spoke, Lew started to shift, but Alanna was faster. Before he could complete the shift, she was on him, her jaws clamped on his arm as it became his foreleg. 

::Met? No. But I saw you several years ago, with another Enforcer that I once knew.:: Her lips turned up in a vicious smile, revealing her long fangs imbedded in his leg. ::Did you really think you could capture me, you fool? All by your lonesome?:: She shook her head, throwing him to the ground and he howled in pain as flesh tore away. ::Playing the lone wolf? I suppose that suits you—Llewellyn. But…:: Her ears lifted and she sniffed the air. ::No, not a lone wolf. Your accomplice will be too late to save you, I'm afraid.::

::Really, Alanna?:: Randulf appeared at her side, his lip pulled back in a snarl.

::I will kill him, Randulf.:: She released Lew only to attack again, her jaws clamping down on the back of his neck before he could gather the strength move or retaliate.

::No, Alanna, your terrorism is over. You may be—you are powerful, but…::

Randulf's wide jaws closed over her shoulder, biting down to bone. She howled, releasing her grip on Lew to rake her claws down Randulf's side. They tore through his fur, leaving deep gashes in their wake.

The fight progressed from there as the two werewolves fought for dominance. Lew staggered to his feet, waiting, watching, feeling himself weaken as blood flowed from his wounds. Then his chance came. Randulf forced Alanna to the ground, his huge paws holding her prone. As she fought to get out from beneath him, her throat was bared. Lew attacked, ripping it open.

The last thing Lew heard before he collapsed was Randulf's mournful, ::It shouldn't have ended like this for you, Alanna. You were good—once. I pray your soul finally finds the peace it deserves.::