Well, nothing to be done for that, unless it was to kill the other werewolves. I took her Colt from its holster, checked the chamber and the magazine, and then shoved it in my belt. I drew my own Colt and stepped to the corner where the scratching originated. As I shone the tactical light against the ceiling, splinters of wood fell to the floor.
“Enough is enough,” I said and emptied the magazine into the ceiling around the small hole.
There wasn’t even a yelp of pain. How had could I have missed all of them?
A moment later, the scratching resumed, but from the opposite corner of the roof. I ejected the spent magazine and inserted a full one. Then I crept silently across the room until I was near the wolves again. I raised the Colt and considered. Three wolves, probably evenly spaced around a center point where their claws were tearing at the roof. A wolf’s body was about the same width as a man’s so the majority of the space around the hole would be empty. I concentrated on one sector of the circle, I should be able to put enough rounds through the roof to strike one of them. I’d have to wait until I could see a hole starting to form.
Gail snarled and I turned to see her still struggling. There was no way she was going to snap those ropes and definitely not the other bindings. Could she be that strong?
A splinter fell to the floor.
I placed the bead of my front sight on the area between the damage and the roof’s center point. I fired in a line across a third of the circle, putting each bullet about a hand's width apart. This time I was rewarded with a yelp of pain.
“There you bastards; let’s see you digest silver.”
A minute later, the scratching resumed in another corner of the room.
I lowered my weapon and considered my ammunition supply versus the possibility of me killing all of the wolves before they broke through the ceiling. I had two more magazines of forty-five caliber silver loaded bullets and Gail had four magazines for her gun. There had been a full box of silver buckshot for the Mossberg, but I’d used some of the ammunition last night. Should I keep using rounds to blindly fire at the werewolves or save my ammunition for when they broke through?
As every vet knows, there’s no point in dying with a full magazine. Therefore, I’d use up a few more magazines and maybe I’d get lucky and kill a couple of them. The booming report of the forty-five was greatly attenuated by the noise-reducing earplugs and it was easy to spot where the scratching came next.
I went to Gail’s shoulder rig and located the other magazines for her weapon. Then I fished through the ammo bag until I found the box of shells. I took everything to the corner of the room where the wolves had not torn at the roof and leaned the shotgun against the wall. I set the extra shells on the floor next to the gun and stood up.
I recovered my leather jacket and gloves from one of the chairs, slipped the jacket on, and then pulled both gloves on. Going back to the ammo pouch, I located the laser sights for each Colt and replaced the tactical lights with them on the rails beneath the Colts’ barrels. I activated each laser and moved to the corner the wolves were currently assaulting.
“Okay you bastards, I’m ready anytime you want to play.”
A minute had passed before the first splinters fell. I held my fire and waited. I wanted them to be close to the hole, ready to break through.
The splinters multiplied until I saw the first claw tearing through the wood ceiling.
I raised both guns. I put one of the lasers directly on the hole and the other a foot back in the direction I thought the werewolves stood. I waited, wanting them to be focused on getting in.
I fired both guns.
There came a yelp of pain. Simultaneously there was crashing at the other two spots the werewolves had weakened.
Then the cabin lights went out.
Oh, shit!
The interior of the cabin was black except for the little moonlight that came in the openings. I was severely handicapped until my eyes adjusted to the light level. If it hadn’t been for the strobing green lasers, I wouldn’t have been able to see a damn thing. I had another “oh shit” moment as I regretted switching both guns from tactical lights to laser sights. Cursing, I backed toward the shotgun that still had a tactical light mounted. I aimed a laser toward each corner where the wolves had crashed in and fired one round toward the shapes that were rising from the floor. The light of the muzzle flash revealed two pairs of yellow eyes and two sets of shiny white teeth.
I re-aimed and fired both weapons at the nearest beast. I backed into the side of the bed and heard snarling behind me.
Shit, there was no way she broke free!
Then I heard the ropes creaking as Gail twisted and pulled against her bindings.
I stepped onto the mattress and fired two more rounds toward the corners. There was another yelp, but at the same time, a third wolf crashed through the roof. I felt a blow against my calves and I tumbled on top of Gail.
I felt her breath on my neck and teeth snapped next to my ear.
Twisting, I rolled off her and onto the floor. I hit on my shoulder, continued the motion, and rolled to my feet. I snapped off a shot toward the corner where the third wolf had to be. Between the muzzle
