Finding The Girl - "Others"

"Others."

The sounds were getting louder and more widespread. It might have been a mistake to come running. Because there were more than two or three wolves, there were dozens, maybe a hundred. It was Gil's sabre-toothed cat that found it's first target.

It loosed a hollow roar as it slammed into a wolf and jumped to bite right through another, a moment later the wolf that died immediately was tossed into a pair of wolves that were crippled by the impact before and the sabretooth ripped through another.

Glen had no weapon but Solveig had her axe. She herded him to the centre of their Golem's rampage One hand on his shoulder, another on the axe. Blood flowed, flesh and fur ripped like wet fabric. How mundane it sounded made it so much worse.

The light that had guided them had just turned off, which meant peace or death, but soon after the earth trembled as an object so massive it blocked out the moon appeared as a shadow. And behind that shadow was the glow of gold and fur as a wolf the size of both Gil and Solveig standing on top of each other turned.

It was still far but somehow him and that creature were eye to eye. It was a miracle Gil couldn't feel the wetness of its nose, or the rot of its breath.

Blinding white light burst from each of Gil's Golems in a way he'd never seen.

The heat was scalding! The wolves retreated because what he'd thought was a giant shadow was actually an enormous Golem and it had just crushed over a dozen wolves in one step and started moving to the heart of the village, which was a dot in the distance.

Then hundreds upon hundreds of wolves sprinted away. Droves of black and grey pelts parted as a wave in a moonless ocean, a dot of gold shining like a beacon, reflecting the white light.

Gil jumped when Solveig screamed. She took off sprinting, Gil gave chase. Amongst the bodies of half a dozen wolves were two corpses. A man and a woman holding each other, their hair a clear transparent white.

Their Golems already gone, parted from their souls. Gil's breath held, he'd never seen a body killed from violence before. There was so much blood, bone, visible chunks of human flesh where teeth had ripped at them, most of which were covered in the black of night. Then the bodies moved with Solveig falling over them.

"Cousin! Please! Hold on!"

He made his way there with hesitant steps.

"Help me!"

He rushed over and put his hands over the larger wounds. It was the last thing he could dream of doing. But he shivered and swallowed, he'd do what he could to help.