SNAFU: Wolves at the Door: An Anthology of Military Horror by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Cohesion Press
Published: 2015-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

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By the time Giovanni managed to whirl around, the wolf was on him.

But Turco had also lunged at the attacking beast and intercepted the muscular body in mid-air. They both crashed into Giovanni and the three went down in a tangle of arms, claws, and fangs.

Giovanni dropped the Beretta and tried to wrestle the wolf with his bare hands, while Turco attempted to bring his magical blade to bear and still avoid the slashing teeth and claws. The wolf was damnably quick, out-maneuvering both men and making the three a blur that the giant Manfredo could do nothing about.

Giovanni kept the jaws away from his throat by pushing the red-eyed head away. Turco struggled with the sheathed dagger. If the Jesuit had been right, then the wood scabbard was shielding the wolf from the silver blade. Giovanni tried to shift the balance of the three squirming bodies to give Turco a chance to draw the blade.

But the wolf seemed to predict each attempt. Giovanni could either avoid the snapping jaws or help Turco. And the wolf knew it. He could read the monster’s intelligence in its demon eyes, which were neither animal nor human.

Turco grunted when the wolf clawed his face, but his grunt turned to a tortured scream – his cheek had been torn open and his jaw dislocated. Still barely managing to deflect the beast’s fangs, Giovanni realized with horror that the monster’s swipe had ripped Turco’s left eye from its socket and it hung from its optic nerve leaving behind a black hole in which he swore he could glimpse hell itself.

“Shoot him!” he shouted at Manfredo, who was frozen in place with his pistol extended, trying to draw a bead on the monster without striking either human. “Damn you, shoot him!”

Turco opened his mouth and screamed incoherently as the wolf suddenly gained the advantage and its snapping jaws tore the partisan’s clothing to shreds and dug savagely into his belly.

Giovanni felt the gush of hot blood and intestines wash over his chest and pried himself out from under the dying partisan and the savage monster. As he rolled out from under the two, it was clear Turco was dead.

“Bastard, shoot him now!”

Manfredo snapped out of his trance and placed the pistol mere centimeters from the back of the wolf’s head. The crash of the gunshot deafened Giovanni. Manfredo fired again and again, hot brass splattering from the breech. The slugs tore through the wolf’s skull and exploded through Turco’s head.

The wolf snarled and turned its blood-spattered muzzle toward Manfredo. It lunged and clamped its jaws on his gun-hand. Manfredo screamed as the wolf shook its head and tossed the severed hand and the pistol into the darkness.

Manfredo scrambled away, trying uselessly to stem the bleeding from the jagged stump. But before he could get clear, the wolf leaped off Turco’s body and its jaws closed on the giant’s unprotected groin. The demonic monster began shaking the shrieking partisan violently, blood gushing into its mouth and scattering like scarlet raindrops.

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