As the end of the month approaches and with the completion of Decisions amd Reluctant Backup, my entire focus shifted to the last tale for January, a horror story. Thankfully, with this story, I didn’t need to resort to my dice. While I finished last month’s horror, Pursuing the Hunter, I left it open for a continuation. And when my patrons presented me with another horror, I picked up the loose threads and wove a fresh tale for them.
After escaping an ambush, Solomon demands the creatures stop hunting the neighboring village and leave. While he agreed he wouldn’t chase any who left, the hunter swore vengeance upon any who remained. As the initial rays of dawn rose, Solomon abandons his shelter and enters the forest, seeking every member of the pack who refused to heed his warning. During his search, he finds evidence to support their departure, but some tidbits hinting that some may have lingered. At the end of his search, all he can find is the pack’s alpha alone in the woods.
Grab a comfortable seat and join me as Solomon faces the remnants of the pack.
Having survived an ambush, Solomon embarks into the forest to ensure the eradication of the pack who hunted him…
Dirty fingertips pressed against the rough trunk of a tree as Solomon peered around it, studying the shadows mingling with the foliage. His head shook back and forth as it fell upon a man sitting on his legs beneath a cracked and leafless bough. With a soft sigh, Solomon loosened his sling as he stepped into view. “Are you all that’s left?”
The man’s furious eyes bulged as he leaped to his feet, barring his canines. “You dare enter my domain?!”
“There’s little risk, given how your pack abandoned you.” Solomon stopped about forty yards away from the snarling, burly figure. “Why didn’t you leave?”
“This is my home!” The man slammed his fists into the closest tree, cracking the diminutive trunk as spittle flung from his mouth. “When your bones lay scattered throughout my domain, my pack will return.”
Solomon’s eyes closed for a moment as he patted his rifle. “You witnessed the devastation my ammunition did to your kin. Are you sure you want to face me alone?”
“You’re nothing without your gear.”
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