PRESENT TIME

"Oh, dear Georgie, did you think we did not know?" Taunted Rafael, circling the chair that George was stuck in.

"Then stop accusing me of killing her. I loved Angelina," George emphasised.

"Love and murder are not mutually exclusive. I saw your carriage that day," Micah replied.

"It was that stupid bitch of a wife, I swear," George pleaded. He was telling the truth. He planned to find Angelina as soon as he killed off his wife and obtained her large dowry to help with legacy. Now that seemed all childish and redundant. He should've put Angelina first.

"You may not have started the fire but your indirect involvement makes you guilty by association," Micah said. They had connected some dots after wiping the village off the face of the map but some things they just didn't want to get into too much detailed.

"And yet I'm still alive after many decades. Doesn't that count for anything?"

"It would've counted for a lot if you had stayed a ghost. Instead, you decided to prance around with the Japanese and try to kill us," Theron sighed mockingly. He barely had interest in this man's words. It was simple to him. George must die, and he would be glad to help carry out his death sentence.

"I might not have been her first love, but I was Angelina's last love," George attempted to manipulate. He didn't realise that anything he said or did was just another dig in his grave.

"Stop saying her name," Rafael growled. The filth didn't deserve to utter anything about his sister.

"You may have lost your sister, but I lost the love of my life. The one you made sure to keep away from me," George changed his tune, his voice filled with venom and the promise of revenge. He had located Angelina and heard rumours of her imprisonment from the servants. Her brothers had kept them from sharing a few more moments while they had the chance. Now she was gone and they were all bitter. The blame being passed between them wouldn't change the past. The situation on hand was another story.

"I reckon we should have a hunt," Theron said, ignoring George's words. He had long tuned out the conversation, his wolf on edge to kill this man for killing his twin sister.

"Splendid idea, brother," Rafael clapped agreeing. Micah took out a syringe filled with refined liquid loverage and injected it into George's arm. While Rafael went upstairs to clear the playing field. Pesky humans would meet their death if they decided to interrupt.

George had already healed in the time they had been speaking. The proof of guns immortality was clear, but Micah knew how to put an end to that. Theron grabbed the back of the chair roughly and dragged it up the stairs, allowing George's body to feel every single bump along the way. It's not like he's precious cargo or anything.

Today was a beautiful day. One where the skies were clear, the sun was shining, and the birds were chirping. The large trees surrounding the mansion was the best place to drag a man without his screams being heard. Nothing could go wrong. The day was perfect to end a life.

Micah and Rafael joined them outside. They were already half undressed, ready to shift. Theron didn't care about clothes. He started untying George to give him the chance to run. He wouldn't get too far.

George laughed, "you can't kill me, I'm immortal like you all."

"Are those your last words?" Rafael asked.

"Oh, I have plenty of time to live so I doubt it." George stood up, brushing invisible dust off his shoulder. The dust should've been the least of his concerns considering the fact that his clothes were in tatters, stained with blood from all the torture.

"Don't worry, this time we will make sure you stay dead," Rafael promised.

"I've tried many times to die but I've survived each time. My death will not happen," George confidently replied. He got in a stance ready to fight the men, as though he would outlive them.

"We can make your death wish come true," Micah pledged. Theron transformed into his wolf and Micah did the same. George dropped him fighting stance in shock. He may be immortal, but he wasn't a werewolf and that would be his biggest disadvantage along with underestimating his enemies.

"Run," Rafael commanded.

George did not argue as he started to run. He had seen many things in his long life but man turning into wolf was supposed to be a fable. However, he had just witnessed the truth. He ran without direction, weaving in-between the trees, hoping to find the end of this forest and return to his own safety.

The wolves laid down, giving their prey a head start. The panic and paranoia would ruin all of George's senses, making him their easy prey. He would run round and round in circles to avoid being chased while also trying to find an escape. The identical trees won't help aid him in giving him direction.

Theron grew impatient first and stood up ready to trace the George's scent. Not one to miss out on the fun, Micah and Rafael followed behind, tracking down George.

The found him easily and moved into their familiar pattern of circling their prey before striking him down. George was surrounded, falling to the ground, trying to scramble away from the wolves that were circling in.

"Let me live," he pleaded, along with other manipulative nonsense that was easily ignored. The confident man was reduced to his truly cowardice form in the middle of the forest.

The whimpers and screams were music to their ears as the wolves dived in to have their share of the kill. The torn flesh and bloody stains replaced George as they used the sharp teeth and claws. They did not stop until there was nothing to truly show.

As promised, George was served his death wish.

~*~

We are close to the ending. 

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