Lykan Invasion 5: Integration
#5 of Lykan Invasion
Lykan Invasion 5: Integration
**Population Converted: 431, 342, 765
White House**
President Joshua Crosse had only been officially in office for three months and already the biggest threat to have ever hit mankind was knocking - no pounding - at his door. Almost a twelfth of the entire world's population was falling under its unstoppable tide. Men, women and children of all ages, races and social backgrounds were being registered as 'infected' and those were only the ones that the U.S. government could track.
There had to be countless more that weren't counted!
What made matters worse was that this epidemic, this plague of hormonal, monstrous, homosexual Lykans had come from within the boundaries of the country he governed. All because of a piece of advice he decided to listen to.
He couldn't even blame the guy who gave him that advice.
Eustache McCloud had joined the ranks of the Lykans.
"This is messed up, Adam..." he muttered, clutching his head in his hands. He was staring at the reports arrayed in front of him. None of them looked good.
The Lykans were mutating too fast! Their methods were evolving at such a frightening rate that it was becoming impossible to track them completely! From what scientists could fathom, the Lykans were adapting to their environment, to the society of humans on earth, and altering their methods to suit that environment. They were also integrating the diversity of the human race into their 'central Pack mind'.
Every human they converted added more to the central consciousness and thus their methods changed.
Reports of Lykans merging with one another to form stronger, more potent Lykans were appearing all over the world. Lykans with wings were taking down aircraft with lightning precision. Some were even sighted crossing the seas!
No one was safe.
Reports of food and water contamination were spread all over him. People would eat something from a Lykan-infested farm and they'd transform moments later. Pheromones in the air drove citizens wild and into massive orgies in the streets, paralysing them for Lykans to swoop in and convert them. Even plants were being changed to carry Lykan infestations. Not a single dog was safe either! It seemed that 'man's best friend' had now turned into a carrier and even a single bite or lick would change an owner into a horny, gay wolf!
It became so bad that many of the world's nations were forced to quarantine off large sections of their cities that remained uninfected. These 'Green Zones' were where most of the civilian population lived and were heavily guarded by soldiers and barricaded by thick concrete walls. Some were self-sufficient but others had to have food flown in from other farmland Green Zones.
Unfortunately, regardless of their attempts to keep these Green Zones sanitized, infection was always around the corner. That and with the ability of the Lykans to disguise themselves as humans, it became increasing difficult to keep the Green Zones safe from the inside. Lykan 'Sleeper Cells' were common and often, Green Zones would fall because one such Cell awoke and began infecting countless people.
What really scared Joshua Crosse was that these Green Zones consisted of women and children as well. Looking at the figures, it seemed that there would always be more Lykans produced from an infected Green Zone as there was people originally in it.
Somehow, the Lykans had learned how to convert women too... and possibly reproduce.
Maybe they were now splitting instead of just merging...
The thought made the President shudder.
"I know it is, Josh," Adam Killington replied. "We're running out of options. The Lykans are spreading too fast."
"Goddamn it!" President Crosse snapped, slamming his fist against his table in the Oval Office. "What the hell do they want!?"
"That what I intend to find out."
Crosse stared at his closest advisor. "What do you mean?"
Killington placed another folder in front of the President for examination. There was a momentary look of shock against the youthful features. At a mere thirty-six, many feared President Crosse was inexperienced and too immature to be handling the country. Considering the current crisis, it seemed that they were right.
"Are you serious, Adam?" Crosse asked. "Psychic warfare?"
"One of our facilities that managed to capture a couple of Lykans stated that the Lykans have some sort of 'psychic central consciousness'. They're almost a hive mind but they retain their personalities and communicate with one another on a telepathic level. It's how they're so organised and how they can adapt so quickly.
"We believe that the only way to fight this kind of fire is to split the flames until they're nothing more than embers. Embers that will die out with time."
"You want to send in men with 'psychic powers' to split up the Lykans?"
"Absolutely, sir."
"You know how crazy that sounds, Adam?"
Adam Killington, head of the CIA, shook his head. "We're desperate, Josh. Look at these figures. No matter what we do, the Lykans are infecting people at an exponential rate! This has only been over three months. Imagine what will happen in another three or by the end of the year! There won't be a single human alive. They'll all by Lykans."
Again, President Crosse shuddered.
He weighed the options. The Lykans were faster, stronger and more durable than most humans and their attacks were always covert. Some part of him guessed that if and when a military man was turned into a Lykan, all the military secrets were transferred to the Lykans as well. Whenever the Lykans made a full-frontal assault, they never lost a man because by that time, the military was already on their side.
Humanity was losing this war.
Losing it badly.
They really were desperate.
"Alright," he sighed. "You think these three can crack the Lykans?"
"I know they can," Adam responded with confidence. "I trained them myself."
******
Population Converted: 716, 628, 032
Hart and Valentine Private Investigators, U.S. Green Zone 9**
The last person Langdon Hart ever expected to walk into his office on a wet, cold afternoon in Washington DC, was Director Adam Killington. Though, considering they were trapped within the same walls of a Green Zone as the President of the United States, the chances were probably high.
Langdon instantly went for the gun he hid in the top drawer of his desk. Bill had his enormous fists balled, ready to through the red-haired well-dressed man out.
"Hello, Hart," Killington greeted, "Valentine."
Langdon didn't hesitate to pull out the handgun and level it directly between Killington's eyes. The Director of the CIA didn't even hesitate and took the seat in front of his desk.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out right now," Langdon warned.
"I have a job for you."
He pulled back the gun's hammer.
"A job concerning the Lykans."
"Oh hell no," Bill Valentine snarled. He towered over everyone else in the small office and was quite brawny. Not entirely, totally built like a bodybuilder - or those titanic Lykans - but still physically fit. He had to be as Langdon's partner and bodyguard. "Last time we did a job for you, you screwed us over!"
"Such hateful words, Bill."
Langdon was halfway to squeezing the trigger. "You had us risk life and limb out there in Iraq to find some agent you planted that got into some deep shit and when we got him to you, you left us there to die!"
"Your considerable talents got you through, didn't it?"
"That's not what you said when you first assessed us," Langdon sneered.
"I believe I said that 'given the right circumstances', your abilities will be useful. Obviously, you were given the right circumstances."
"In the middle of a -" Langdon calmed himself but didn't lower the gun.
Memories of the awful two months he, Bill and Emily spent out in Iraq trying to get back to U.S. soil haunted him. The three of them made up part of the CIA's top secret 'PsiOps' or Psychic Operations. Most people didn't believe in psychic powers but the CIA did and that was all that mattered.
Langdon didn't either until he was flagged down with PsiOps and trained to use his 'considerable powers'. Truthfully, Emily and Bill were a lot more powerful than he was. All he could do was stimulate the senses. He could make a person feel freezing cold during a heat wave or burning hot while dipped in icy-cold water.
Bill was telekinetic, capable of moving objects with his mind.
And Emily could read minds.
"Okay..." Langdon said, slowing his breathing. "What's this job?"
After the Iraq incident, Langdon, Billy and Emily had quit PsiOps and thought they had all left guys like Killington out of their lives forever.
Apparently not.
"You're not considerin' it, are ya, boss?" Bill exclaimed.
"Let's hear him out first," Langdon replied. "The Lykans are everyone's problem... Though knowing you" - he glared at Killington - "You're just as likely to leave us behind enemy lines once the mission is done."
"You have to understand my reasons for that," Killington answered, setting the briefcase he was carrying onto Langdon's desk. "Our agent was far more valuable than you."
"Far more valuable than psychic warriors you've spent hundreds of millions of dollars in training?"
"Ultimately, yes. The safety of our nations is paramount to the safety of a single man... Or even three." Killington opened the briefcase and handed Langdon a dossier. "This is your mark. You are to find him, track him and then use your powers to infiltrate his mind. Bring him to the marked location at the specified date with a full report once you're done. We believe he's part of a Lykan Sleeper Cell right here in DC."
Bill went rigid. "Lykans? Here in DC? Shit..."
"My sentiments exactly, Bill," Killington said, handing him a similar dossier.
"This sounds pretty damn risky," Langdon said.
"I leave the rest in your hands."
"Wait up," Langdon snapped. "We haven't agreed to take this job."
That knowing smirk that Langdon remembered appeared on the Director's face. It was that smirk that told Langdon he really didn't have a choice in the matter. "Oh, you will."
"And what makes you say that?"
"Because... Emily is already on the job."
******
Population Converted: 934, 732, 145
Food Stalls, U.S. Green Zone 9**
Their target was one Derrick 'Preacher' Ross. Apparently, he was one of the few members to have escaped the facility in Utah uninfected. Since then, he quit the military afterwards and had been running a Girl Scout's camp nearby. Unfortunately, it was reported that the camp was soon infected by Lykans as were the surrounding camps.
Ross still survived unscathed.
Which made him highly suspect.
Langdon and Bill dressed as common civilians and took up position behind Ross on the queue to get some of the rations that were being distributed by the military. Since local produce was now under the risk of infection, the military had commandeered all food products, sanitized them and then distributed the 'clean' products to the public in almost miniscule doses.
Langdon had been eating baked beans out of a can for the past three weeks.
"Been here long?" Langdon asked.
Ross turned around.
He was huge.
For a priest, he was titanic and it was a wonder why no one suspected he was a Lykan beforehand. However, the public was yet to be informed that Lykans could shift between human and their true forms at will. Langdon had been horrified to learn of this fact from the dossier and wondered how the government could expect to keep the public safe when such a fact was being hidden from them.
But it was the same government, after all, that left him stranded with his two friends in the middle of a war-torn country 'for the benefit of all'.
"Not as long as yesterday," Ross chuckled. "Still... Food is food."
"I'll bet." Langdon held out his hand. "Name's Hart. Langdon Hart. This is my buddy, Bill Valentine."
"Valentine and Hart," Ross said with another chuckle as he shook their hands. His grip was strong. Almost crushing. "Good to meet you both."
"Likewise." After a brief pause, he said, "Hey, have you seen a woman about my height, long red hair and with brown eyes? Goes by the name of Emily Clover."
Ross didn't show any recognition on his face. "Can't say that I have. Why, is she a friend of yours?"
"My fiancé, actually."
Langdon decided to omit the fact that they had been engaged for a while now. Iraq had changed both of their perspectives. With the looming threat of the Lykans, Emily had gone right back into PsiOps as if she had never been betrayed and continued working for the government to be their little test monkey. She held no love for Killington but she wasn't about to turn her back on the country she loved. Langdon did turn his back but he wasn't about to go betraying it outright.
That was probably the only reason they still kept their rings on.
"Really? Congratulations."
"Thanks..." Langdon murmured. "Well, looks like we're moving up." He indicated the line and they shuffled forward slightly. "So what do you do... umm..."
"Ross. Derrick Ross. I used to be a Scout Master down at the local Girl's Scout camp. Then we got locked down in the Green Zone and I heard that my girls got turned into those werewolves."
"Lykans."
"Whatever." Ross spoke with such distaste that it was almost convincing that he hated the Lykans. "Point is, I've heard these 'Lykans' are all male and all gay. Apparently, they fuck each other all day and night and use their cum to turn others into them! What kinda of messed up shit is that!?"
"Pretty messed up," Langdon agreed.
"And my girls... I don't know what that means for them..."
Again, he was fairly convincing.
Langdon was starting to have his doubts.
He didn't trust Killington.
Hell, he hadn't even seen Emily yet.
Could it be this was all some set up?
Were they going to be betrayed... again?
Langdon decided it was best to play both sides of the field for now. He didn't know what was going to happen. Not yet, anyway.
"Listen," he began, reaching into his pocket and giving a card to Ross. "I've got some friends in high places. Why don't you give me a call if you ever need anything?"
"You've got friends up there and you're down here scrounging for scraps?" Ross asked, eyebrows raised and a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "What happened?"
"Corporate downsizing," was all Langdon gave.
******
Population Converted: 1 221, 237, 974
Hart and Valentine Private Investigators, U.S. Green Zone 9**
"Was it such a smart move giving him our address, boss?" Bill asked. "I mean, who do we trust? Him or Killington?"
"That's like choosing between the Devil and Lucifer, Bill," Langdon answered, throwing a card into the hat he had resting on the other side of the room. "They're the same. They're going to screw us over at one point or another. The best we can do is hope they hate each other more than they hate us. Hopefully, they'll ignore us and go for the other and the one who's left will be weak enough that we can either make our escape, parley for peace or finish the job."
Bill gave him a worried look. "Ya're not going to negotiate with Killington, are ya, boss?"
"Hell no."
"He's always been an ass, boss, but... Don't ya suppose his heart's in the right place?"
"What heart?" Langdon scoffed. He glanced at Bill, practically at his 'big brother'. "He may have picked us up off the streets, Bill, he may have raised us and spent millions of dollars trying to make us into his little psychic soldiers but he's just a bastard who wants to use us to get what he wants. Once we're no longer useful to him, he'll throw us out like yesterday's garbage."
Bill still looked unsure but took up his usual position, watching the door. "If ya say so, boss."
Langdon sighed and had to remind himself that while Bill was older than him, a lot shorter and a lot skinnier, he was the real older brother in this scenario. They had no blood relations but Bill had been there with him from the days when they were just kids at the orphanage to when they were picked up by Killington and taken into training. They had been together through thick and thin and he had hoped when the wedding finally came around, Bill would be his best man.
He got up and threw the last card into the hat. "I'm going to take a piss. If our friend comes in, tell them to wait."
Langdon entered the small toilet in the small apartment that served as their office and home. He was halfway through completely emptying his bladder when he heard a deafening crash in the common room followed by a heavy thud. At first, he thought it was just Bill trying out his abilities again when -
"Aw! Goddamn it! Come back here you!"
Panic instantly shot through him as he heard the door swing open and Bill's heavy footsteps disappear down the hall.
"Bill! Hold up!" he shouted, shaking the last bits of his urine before quickly zipping up and storming out.
Their office was a terrible mess. It looked like something big had barged through the window just behind his desk, tackled Bill and then fled.
Why would anyone...?
Then he saw it.
The folder on his desk was missing.
The mission briefing, the dossier on Derrick Ross and the statistics of all those involved in the mission was in that folder!
"Damnit!" he cursed.
He grabbed his coat from the hanger behind the door and hurried out after Bill. Both Bill and their mystery assailant were already minutes ahead of him and he wasn't the fastest runner. Cursing his lacklustre athletic carrier, he hurried out of the apartment building and into the pouring rain. He wasn't sure where Bill or the assailant went but he chose to go right for the hell of it.
There was a crash somewhere up ahead and he knew he picked the right direction, thankfully.
"Bill!" he shouted. "Bill! Hold up!"
He heard Bill curse and shout somewhere in the alleyway up ahead. A feral growl followed shortly afterwards and then a sickening crack.
Langdon feared the worst as he rounded the corner and found the alleyway...
Empty.
There was no one in the alleyway.
But he could've sworn...
"Bill!" he cried. "Where are you!?"
No reply.
Cursing, Langdon was about to turn away and continue the pursuit when he noticed a glint of gold sitting on a rubbish bin beside a semi-wet business card. He instantly knew that gold... because he wore an identical one on his own hand.
It was a ring.
Emily's ring.
And on the card... was a hastily scrawled address.
******
Population Converted: 2 467, 342, 001
Warehouse 6, U.S. Green Zone 9**
It always had to be a warehouse, Langdon thought bitterly.
He was tempted to call Killington for backup but he had only ever relied on the bastard once before and that had almost gotten him, Emily and Bill killed. For all he knew, Killington would grab Ross and leave the three of them to be turned into slavering, sex-crazed canines.
In the back of his mind, he decided that if that happened, he'd get Bill to yank Killington back into the fray and throw the cold-hearted director straight into the pack of dogs first. He couldn't care if he got turned into a Lykan.
As long as Killington was first.
Langdon pushed open the doors of the warehouse and tentatively stepped out of the rain into the cold, expanse of the building. A strong, pungent, musky spell hit his nostrils. It smelled a lot like wet dog but also, at the same time, like semen. There was a salty taste in the air and he couldn't help but gag a little.
He shut the door behind him, knowing it was probably his only exit.
"Hello?" he called. "Anyone here?"
It was a stupid question.
Of course someone was here.
They were probably watching him right now getting ready to pounce or come out with guns levelled.
"L - L - Lance...?"
He recognised that voice.
It was the voice of his soon-to-be wife.
But it was different... deeper. Huskier. Not really like his wife but the tone was the same... the inflections.
"Emily!?"
He voice let out a loud, high pitched moan.
"Emily!"
As if on cue, the lights in the warehouse flicked on to point directly at a certain location.
Langdon gagged and almost hurled.
There were two Lykans, one on top of the other. The big, grey wolf was pounding the slightly slimmer red fox beneath it with its monster cock. But the fox was different from all the other Lykans he had seen. All the Lykans were big, to be sure, but this Lykan was big everywhere. An enormous pick cock lay pressed beneath it, thicker than the two Lykans combined and longer than the two as well. Two similarly enormous furry balls lay nestled between their muscular legs, jostling with each thrust of the big grey wolf.
"What the -!?"
Before Langdon could finish, big, strong arms wrapped around his chest and neck, yanking him off the ground and pinning his arms to his sides. A lock, wet tongue ran up the side of his neck all the way up his cheek and to his temple. He instantly shuddered at the gesture.
"Like what you see, boss?"
That voice he recognised too.
"B - Bill...?" he stammered, glancing up at his assailant.
"Call be Butch," the big, pit bull replied. The creature was ten times bigger than Bill had ever been and Langdon could feel that thick cock pressing up against the ridge of his ass.
"Wh - what...?"
The pit bull grinned at him, his massive lips closing directly around Langdon's. The latter's eyes widened, panicking as he realised that he was being infected. Worse, there were Lykans inside Washington DC! The heart of their nation was infected!
What had started as an attempt for the US to break the heart of the Lykan invasion turned into the direct opposite!
The Lykans were breaking their heart!
"It was pretty stupid, boss," Bill - Butch - said, pulling away with a grin. "They got Ember to try and break into a Lykan's head. Stupid thing is, every Lykan is connected by the Pack. It was one human against all Lykans on Earth. They took him. Nice and easy. He loved it."
"Wh - What did you do to my wife!?" Langdon demanded. Bill licked him again and he felt his entire body shudder at the contact. A strange, warming sensation was flooding through him. His clothes felt like they were iron manacles constraining his freedom and he was overcome by the sensation to break free.
His hands were already unbuckling his belt.
"He ain't your wife anymore, boss," Bill said, grinning. He looked so handsome wearing that grin. "Can't you see, he's Ross' mate."
"N - no..." Langdon gasped, feeling his cock free of his pants. His arms were struggling to tear off his shirt. Butch pushed them to the ground. Wrapped in that strong, titanic embrace, Langdon was paralysed. Clawed paws gently ripped his shirt from his body and he watched in awe and lust as his own chest began to expand with every breath. It was like every gasp of air he took, his muscles with grow and remained there.
"W - Why are you c - calling Emily... 'H - Him'...?" he stammered.
"Can't you see, boss? 'Cuz he is a him. Is now, anyway..."
"Oh god..." Langdon moaned, more from Butch nuzzling his neck than anything else. "Y - You're turning w - women into... into..."
"Breeders, yeah," Butch whispered into his ear, nibbling at the edges slightly. Langdon could already feel his ears start to lengthen, grow fur and slowly drift to the top of his head. "It's why we Lykans kept pushing for this invasion, boss. Lykans are all male but we find other races and fuck the so that we can turn them into Lykans. That's why when we made the deal with the government, we told them to give us males of a specific breed. Just all men.
"We were happy to take them." Butch gently turned his nibbling to Langdon's shoulder.
To his horror, Langdon felt like a thousand hands were massaging every muscle on his body. He realised that Butch was using his telekinetic powers, using the power of his mind the coax every muscle on Langdon's body into the horrid transformation into a Lykan!
The even more horrible thing was...
... he wasn't resisting.
Langdon moaned as a formerly flat chest bulged with round, plump pecs. One by one, abdominal muscles ballooned into existence, sending fresh waves of that lustful heat through his body. He thrust into the air with every soft 'pop' of his muscles, growling as his shoulders expanded and grew in definition. He listened to Butch's explanation, completely enthralled by the pit bull's deep, resonating sexy voice.
"But then, the government betrayed us," Butch said, running his tongue up Langdon's shoulders. Wherever his tongue went, a thick patch of sandy brown fur sprouted. Langdon grinned at the sensation, feeling fangs against his lips. "So we retaliated... We turned everyone in that base into Lykans and were about to make our way home when the government came in and attacked us again.
"We turned those guys into Lykans too. And then we learned."
"Learned what...?" Langdon asked, turned towards Butch and causing their lips to meet. The warmth of sharing the same breath as his pit bull filled him. As Butch exhaled, Langdon felt his body inflated and grow with tight, strong, iron-hard muscles. His entire body stretched, lengthening until his pushed past his five foot nine height and to the optimum seven foot two of a typical Lykan. Thighs to match Butch's grew thicker still and claws pushed past the tips of his fingers and toes, curling as he ran them through Butch's short fur, relishing the touch.
"We learned about how humans can be so diverse. That they have another gender that they use to reproduce. That they don't need to find other species to keep their numbers from dwindling to nothing! We had to integrate human females into Lykan society."
"How'd you do that?" Langdon asked, breaking the kiss for one moment just for that question. As he returned into the kiss, he felt his chest harden and his arms grow with packing muscles. Large, pulsing veins pushed past the pink skin as a wave of that sandy fur crawled across his entire body, covering every in of him. His cock - already erect - fused with his abdomen and was consumed by that fur. A thick, pink, tapering point quickly pushed out of the newly formed sheath, filling the air with his musk and scent.
He face lengthened, twisting into the firm shape of a canine. Finally, he was able to get his own tongue into Butch's muzzle.
"Not hard," Butch chuckled. "Had them drink our semen. It was a bit more painful for them, though. Had to grow a lot of new organs. Get rid of a few other ones. But we learned a lot." Butch nodded towards where Ember and Ross were still going at it. "Now, we can reproduce on our own. Ember is a Breeder. Ross cums in his ass, the cum seeps into Ember's balls and them a new Lykan infant is born inside his balls. When the time comes, he cums and the infant is brought into a world a full-grown Lykan."
Langdon's eyes widened as he felt a tail push out into the air. He could sense the Pack... could feel their cumulative knowledge flooding into him. Breeders were still male. Hell, any Lykan could turn into a Breeder if they wanted. Their body structure was highly adaptive. And now, he realised that with Ember's psychic powers added to the fray, they could now read the minds of their targets!
He could see into Butch's mind, see how much they were meant to be together, how much they were just perfect for one another. He didn't need that power to know that. But he did use his own power to drive Butch over his limit. The big Pit Bull drove his cock right up Lance's ass, causing the wolf to let out a soft gasp. Lance caressed every nerve, every muscle and every sense that Butch possible had with his ability, showing every part of Butch that they were mates.
Butch gave a cry of sheer pleasure as he threw back his head and howled. At the same time, all his powerful telekinetic force wrapped around Lance's cock and gave it one, powerful tight squeeze.
All that had been Langdon Hart left Lance in a spray of stick, white goo.
And now, they were Lykans together.
"Welcome to the pack, Lance," Butch murmured lovingly into the wolf's neck.
******
Population Converted: 3, 321, 984, 451
White House**
President Joshua Crosse didn't even want to look at the folders that Adam Killington had given him. As the Director of the CIA sat quietly on the seat, Joshua stared out the windows of the oval office and watched as his country was slowly turned into a cesspool of hormones, pheromones and sex-crazed alien wolves.
Over half the population of the world had been turned.
There were only about ten thousand humans left in the US alone that remained uninfected and those people lay right here in Green Zone 9, the very Green Zone that the President resided in.
"I thought you said your people could handle it," Crosse said, his voice, low and heavy.
"We underestimated the power of the Lykan Pack Mind, sir. One of our specialists was a mind reader and the instant she attempted to access the mind of a Lykan, she was overtaken by them. She - now a he - is a Lykan."
Crosse went rigid but didn't turn around. "A... 'he'...?"
"Yes sir. The Lykans have found a way to transform women into Lykans... into males, sir. It seems they are also now capable of breeding. They are capable of altering their own genetic structure and physical structure to allow for their 'mates' to inject semen through their anal cavity and for said semen to merge with their own in the testicular area. From there, a Lykan infant is formed.
The infant grows into adulthood within a month and the Breeder... ahem... ejaculates the fully-grown Lykan into the world."
Crosse shuddered.
There was a ruckus somewhere outside the Oval Office. Probably the Secret Service guys giving the chef hassles again. He wasn't allowed to eat anything good these days. It always had to be sanitised and tasted like damn rubber.
"Anything else we should know about?"
"Yes, sir," Killington answered impassively. "My team has been fully integrated into the Lykan society... making their abilities accessible to every Lykan in existence. This means that they are now capable of reading minds, moving objects with their minds and stimulating your senses as they please."
President Crosse's eyes went wide.
"This is unacceptable!" he shouted, refusing to spin around and face Adam. For the second time in his short career as President, he had listened to someone else and had only served to make the situation worse!
The noise outside was becoming unbearable and only then did he turned around.
"What the hell is that -!?"
He stopped.
Standing in front of him was a gargantuan wolf with blood-red fur simply brimming with muscles.
"Killington...?"
"Just 'Killer', Mr. President," the wolf answered, grinning from ear to ear. "And the Pack would like to see you now."