Xander was now standing at just over seven feet though it was hard to tell since his back and shoulders were slumped forward. The diminutive Zahara was now nearing six feet or more and though she was smaller, she was no less powerful. Her thigh muscles were ripped and cut and massive. She could probably jump twenty feet with little trouble. Her teeth, like Xander’s fangs, were long and both were slavering, globs of heavy saliva dripping off the razor-sharp incisors. Black, six-inch claws hung from half curled fingers. Ethan looked at their feet, which were elongated and noted the four-inch claws. It reminded him of the velociraptors in the movies. They could gut a man with one swipe. He nearly screamed when both werewolves looked at him. Their eyes were flaming gold, bright and liquid.
It was hard to describe, his mind was trying to shut down at what he was witnessing. He could smell them now, like wet dog and blood and wild. Their eyes moved, scanning everything around them and missing nothing. The colors of their eyes shifted from iridescent gold to bloody crimson. Ethan’s heart lurched in his chest and he stepped backed when Zahara turned toward him and started coming at him, her body in a ready crouch. He thought perhaps she was going to rip him open for the threat he’d posed. Xander held out a massive paw and snarled and pulled her back. Zahara snarled and clacked her teeth, the saliva flying across the room. The saliva hit Ethan in the face but he dared not move. He watched as both creatures moved toward the door and Xander stepped onto the pad and the doors opened automatically. He snarled and slung his head this way and that and ducked, his arms nearly touching the ground.
When the hotel doors shut, Ethan let out a shaky breath, a trembling hand lifted and wiped at his face. His legs nearly buckled as he went to the windows and watched as the two werewolves moved toward the zombies. Zahara’s fur stood erect all over her body and she jumped first and landed in the middle of a group of nearly two dozen zombies. He could hear the screams of the zombies but also the snarling and clacking of Zahara’s teeth. Then he saw heads popping off and arms and legs being tossed. It was like some kind of hideous movie and blurred because Xander had joined her and Ethan watched as the massive werewolf began to bite the necks of the infected. Heads flew this way and that as Xander swiped his massive hand with the six-inch claws and whole arms just fell to the ground. They were like four legged shredders, anything coming into contact with them were torn to pieces.
It was as though the zombies were going through a wood chipper and pieces of them were flying. Black and red blood soused the ground around the pair. The screaming was unearthly and so loud that Ethan had to put his hands over his ears. His mind was overwhelmed by the madness he witnessed outside. He saw only teeth and claws slashing and still the zombies came. It was bright outside and there were no shadows to cover the creatures and they came. Dozens and dozens. Where had they come from? Could these things smell living humans? Or werewolves? He watched as Zahara bounced off cars, denting the roofs in, as she leapt around the parking lot. He wasn’t sure what she weighed but some of the cars were crushed badly. He watched as she soared over a group to land and turn, then ran into them, claws slashing away. He could actually hear skin and muscles tear and it was horrendous.
Ethan was used to death, it was his job, but this was some next level slaughter. The bloodlust was on a different level and Zahara and Xander were churning through and cutting down everything in sight. Had he gone out there, Ethan knew they would be on him and rip him to shreds. He could see that their eyes were blood red now, the glow was clear even from where he stood. It seemed as though Zahara was almost grinning, if that wide gaping toothy smile was any indication. She was happy, intoxicated by the slaughter, as though this were her true element. He shuddered, remembering when she laughed about him shooting her. No, a bullet wouldn’t kill her. A dozen bullets wouldn’t kill her. Only cutting off her head, decapitation and you’d damn near have to be right up on her to do that. Xander had nearly been killed in Africa, so he knew that in human form, they could be killed, but you’d damn well better make it one shot and to the head.
The screams were diminishing and Zahara felt almost sad. Blood ran from her mouth and she wanted more. Feeling the flesh part when her claws raked through the creatures was nearly sexual. It felt so damned good to kill, to let go and to slaughter. The feel of parting flesh in her mouth as her teeth ripped and pulled. She didn’t even mind their stench. Her heart was beating and she watched as Xander was doing the same. He was magnificent and massive and powerful. He was an Alpha and she was an Alpha too. Two werewolves
