A month later, we were back on the island we had crash landed on not so very long ago. I began organizing the teams. The plan was as follows:
I would lead a team around the back of the Dingo camp, James and Kael would lead teams around the front to cause a diversion long enough for my team to split in two groups. Group one would be lead by Meghan, and they were in charge of taking out any door guards silently. Emphasis on SILENT. My team would go in and get the kids out, then we split, give James and Kael’s team the signal, and regroup on the beach. From there we would get everyone on the Navy Destroyer and head home. If all went as planned, which it hardly ever did. We were going to be taking Navy seals, D-boys, and Werewolves. On the way there James and I were going to break the news about us being werewolves. I would never out Damon though. We had all butted heads coming up with this one. No one was one hundred percent happy, but then again, that’s how a good compramise is supposed to work, I scolded internally. Then date arrived. We called it D-Day, after what the allied forces had acheived during the storming of Normandy beach head during WWII. James, Kael, and myself made sure everyone was onboard. Then it was full steam ahead. When we arrived, it was beyond time to break the news. It was now or never, so I gathered everyone around and told them then showed them. There were generall looks of shock from everyone, as well as suprise and a slight edge of fear, but nobody had wigged out on me yet, so I phased back. For about an hour after that, we all had to answer about a hundred questions. then it was time to put all of our planning into action. As we were about to roll out, someone asked me a very pertinent question. The speaker was one of my teammates. He was 6’4, wiry, had hair that was dyed green, and blue eyes. Malcolm. “What, exactly, are we going up against here?” “We’re freeing hostages from a pack of WereDingos.” I answered, keeping my tone as light and conversational as possible. He didn’t look too shocked. “You don’t look that shocked.” I stated. “Well, if there are WereWolves, then it would make sense that there are other supernatural creatures out there.” “Well put, Mal, well put.” With that, we were off. We had painted our faces dark shades of olive drab in an attempt to better blend in with our surroundings. We crept through the woods as silently as a hunter closing in for a kill. I could hear Kael’s and James’es teams talking in the front of the camp. I saw the warriors of the pack leaving their tent. Meaghan took her team in to deal with the guards, and I held up a closed fist. That meant I wanted the team to get down in the undergrowth and hold their position. The voices out front got increasingly agitated as Meaghan peeked her head around the corner of a hut and made a “Come here” gesture. I ran low to the ground over to her and turned to cover the rest of my team. Not that a gun was going to kill an angry weredingo, but it would be irritating and painfull enough to temporarily knock them out of the fight. Then I saw the Wolves at the front of the camp go into wolf mode. The Dingos had their hackles raised, ready for battle. I caught motion out of the corner of my eye and saw an enormus black Dingo bearing down on James from behind. With no time for concious thought, I flashed into wolf form and sprinted the open ground. I hit the Dingo a millisecond before he would have hit James. My claws tore into his flesh and my teeth locked into his jugular, but he managed to shake me loose. I rolled as I hit the ground, immediatley regaining my paws as he turned, bearing down on me. I snapped his foreleg between my jaws and scored my claws over his face. His good foreleg came up and swiped me upside the head, but I refused to let go. I shook the broken foreleg ruthlessly between my jaws, the pain making me beyond furious. I saw when Meaghan and the other teams took the kids out of the camp, and I saw the three wolves following them. Both Kael and I tore off after them. One of the wolves turned and lept, and Kael met him in midair. I heard a childs scream, and I was off like a rocket. I reached the clearing just as the biggest two remaining dingo’s were about to finish Meaghan off. I slammed into the exposed flank of the one closest to me so hard that my momentum carried us both into the flank of the other. I stood, shook the dirt out of my coat, and swiped one massive paw at the dingo on the right as it lunged at me. The second dingo hit me, and we went down in the dirt, me sandwiched between two enormus dingos. I reached out to Meaghan with a tendril of thought. “Meaghan, take the kids to the ship! Tell James and Kael that I said they are to leave without me! Don’t argue!” I continued lashing out with everything I had as Meaghan took the kids and sprinted for the ship. I counted to one hundred and broke off the fight, knowing deep in my heart that I needed to lure the entire group of dingos as far away as I could. As I expected, me and my pursuers drew a lot of attention as we tore back through the camp. I managed to draw all of the pack away from the fight, then I reached the beach and spun to face my pursuers. I hoped James would understand my decision. I counted twenty-six dingos in all. I flung myself at them, using my greater weight and size to knock them over like bowling pins, then began slashing and tearing blindly with my claws and teeth. About twenty minutes later, I had almost no stregnth left, and still about ten wolves left to face. I stumbled towards them, realizing that I was probably going to die tonight, and utterly unable to bring myself to give a damn about it. I pulled on my last reserves of stregnth as I hit the group of them, going with the fameous “Bowling Pin Strategy” as I slashed out again and again untill finally the last five of them had me pinned. I thought I was done for forsure as one of them raised a bloodspeackled muzzle in preparation for the death bite. Then I saw a flash of sizziling blue hit the weredingo and snap his neck. Two more blue flashes, and the remaining two wolves got off me. The smart thing to do at that point would have been to accept it and back off, but nobody has ever been able to accuse me of doing the smart thing. I got up and hit one of them from behind. I killed him almost instantaneously. Damon saw what I was doing, and a nanosecond later he dispatched the other in another flash of blue light. I flashed back into human form, noticed distantly that I was covered from head to toe in scratches, bites and blood, only half of which was my own, and saw Damon sprint towards me. I lost time after that.
