Goru gets the Wolves

“Behind you!” Baroness Envelopé screamed at Count Goru. The Werewolves of Petroșani were on their tails. What had started as some fun-loving shenanigans involving the sharing of some villagers, had turned into an all out attack.

The werewolves had decided they didn’t want to be share wolves.

Count Goru fired his pistol. A silver bullet lodged in the shoulder of one of the wolves. He screeched, then exploded in a shower of meat.

The loading was the next issue. Thankfully, the Baroness was all over it, tossing the Count a fully loaded weapon.

He fired and hit the leader. He exploded, followed quickly by the others. The leader of the Werewolves of Petroșani was no more, and neither was his troupe.

Goru slowed to a light jog, getting into step beside Envelopé.

“That was close, my love,” he noted.

“Indeed,” she replied, stopping to lift his face to hers for a passionate kiss.

They drifted off into the night as green eyes watched them from a nearby bush.