This is a continuing story, read from the beginning.
Tasmanian Tigers are marsupials that look more like canines than felines, even though they are called tigers. They are also called the Tasmanian Wolf, but are not related to wolves in any way. The tiger part originates because of the stripes on their coats.
Hope you enjoy the story.
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THYLACINE ALPHA
They drove off down the dirt track with Jess waving back to them.
PART 7
The track was in poor repair and although the SUV was top quality David found he could not travel as fast as he would have liked. Already the sun was setting with the shadows lengthening and he was running short of time. The ceremony would begin soon after full dark. The crunch was ominous, as was the sudden halt to their progress. The sun was partially blinding them as they drove straight towards it and the shadows low to the ground had hidden the tree trunk lying across the trail. It was obvious to both of them that the vehicle was unlikely to convey them further. Neither were mechanics and the broken shaft they could see underneath didn't need expertise to understand their plight.
The shaft that appeared sticking out of David's back also needed little explanation as he grunted at the sudden pain. Jessica let out a scream at the shock of its arrival. It was soon backed up by another that just missed him after he had dropped down to the ground pulling Jess with him. Now he was alert to the attack as the archer ran at him with a blade drawn. David recognised the assailant as a pack member and friend of his brother, but had no time to ponder anything else as he was caught in a fight for his life.
David managed a few words before he had to fully concentrate on fighting, "Peter, why are you doing this? Stop now before it is too late."
"Shut up and die. We have been too weak for too long."
Attacking another pack mate was anathema to their credos, unless as a sanctioned dominance fight. In these sanctioned cases it was generally stopped when one forced the other to submission, or sufficient blood was shed to proclaim the victor. This unprovoked attack could only end with death. David could tell his opponent was skilled with the blade, but had made the mistake of underestimating David's abilities and the disabling effect of the arrow. He also had not realised the increase of David's strength after finding his mate, though it was unlikely that he knew of the mating.
A week ago they might have been fairly evenly matched in a fight as this man's skills would have equalled David's higher strength but less practice in fights. As it was, Dave took a few cuts to his forearms as he defended himself, but when the fighter overreached a strike he was able to grab onto the wrist of the knife arm. Jessica flinched as the wrist was squeezed with the bones breaking loudly. He had brought his second hand around and with both holding that lower arm twisted and bent it backwards. The attacker found himself unarmed, in more ways than one, and would have been in great pain except their advanced analgesic system providing endorphins to relieve it. The slight pause in his attack that did occur allowed David to end the fight. He punched the man in the throat to crush his windpipe, then picked up the knife to embed it in his heart, breaking a few ribs with his strength.
To ensure that he would not recover too soon, David twisted the knife to fully shred the heart. Jessica watched the action although it was almost too fast for her to take in any details. The last bit she did manage to see clearly, making her feel nauseous and lose all colour in her face. She could not move as she stared at the loser of the fight and her mate standing over him panting to recover his breath. The sight of her mate gasping for air with blood staining his clothes and skin brought her back to reality. He had fallen to his knees and had been yelling to get her attention. His voice finally sank in to help remove the arrow.
As he was getting her attention his mind could not help but wonder at Peter's words. They were baffling as they seemed so out of sync with their whole way of life. His thoughts stopped as he communicated with Jess on more immediate concerns.
"Jess, I need you to pull the arrow out. Just grab in both hands and ease it out. I will heal afterwards, but I need it out," then with louder voice he yelled, "NOW."
This got her moving as she tried to grab it after he laid down on the ground. Tears were streaming down her face at the situation, the sudden violence and its ending. Her world had never contained this type of thing and she was having trouble coping.
In a calmer voice he gave her instructions, "Now Jess. I need you to concentrate. Okay."
She nodded, which he must have noticed as he continued, "Right, you need to brace yourself with both hands gripping the shaft and put a foot on my back next to it. That's it," when he felt her take position as the arrow moved causing the pain to sharpen, "Next, push down with your foot and pull with your body and both arms. Keep pulling till it is out. I can then change to my beast and it will repair. But I can't do that till the arrow is out.