The Pack Attacks

They had all slipped out of the building, well most of them.

Omar and Andrew went lurking in the shadowy gardens. Well manicured grasses meandering amongst scenic flower beds and well maintained topiaries. The ominous forms of sculptures and building fascades casting shadows of architectures past.

Perfectly positioned to chase down any who might flee across those grounds. One of the main streets flanking the property lurked just beyond a small ravine, an eerie blue glow lurking with source obscured in the monolithic forest canopy dividing the road from the gardens.

Elyse, Jake and Paul stalked amongst cars in the lot out front. Lurking in the cover between vehicles, pausing here and there to puncture a tire or two on some vehicles, snapping door handles off others. Grins of delight conjured by thoughts of distress and panic by any who so carelessly stop to find safety in a vehicle.

As they eagerly positioned themselves they barely paid any heed to the large changed man plodding out of a stairwell exit and off to the lone side of the property the pack wasn’t stalking.

Out back Darryl lurked with Jason. They had the most ground to cover, fortunately it was the sparsest exterior wall for exits. Most windows were no lower than three storys, a narrow driveway allowing transport trucks to slip by almost unnoticed as they approached the delivery docks for supplies and tradeshows.

Already a few staff had tried to flee out, their escapes triggered prematurely to the corrupted wedding reception and the hotel’s night staff were already thoroughly in the process of being incorporated into the legions of the damned.

The Idol’s net was weaving shut, its denizens positioned to close off any escape.

So tomorrow their biggest problem would be any missing person’s reports from beyond the city. But even those wouldn’t trickle in until a day or two after, easily allowing the corrupted infiltration of the police rank and file, and political elite to progress. Curbing all but independent investigators and reporters.

Although they already had plans to deal with those, hard to investigate a circumstance where the missing person turns up…

The wolven demons already felt the tension growing in their bodies, readying to spring them into action. The pulse of pleasurably corrupt energy passing through them as the reception descended into chaos.

Heightened senses could hear the panic, the pleasure, and the oncoming wave of partially corrupted souls clinging to hope.