I finished my snack. “Let’s do this.” We walked down the stairs and Moe put on leather gloves, then grabbed two bags from the table. I stood back as the boys entered the room, cattle prods at the ready.
Moe entered and stood by the door, his muscled arms crossed against his broad chest, and then I entered the room. “I told you someone was going to pay for your attack, and he did. Now I have to decide what to do with you four.”
“He was the Alpha’s son!” The same warrior as before glared at me.
I walked over, my dominance forward even without my wolf, and I stared him down until he looked away. “He’s fertilizer now.”
I looked them over, they were far less defiant than a few hours ago. “If you cooperate, I’ll return you to your Pack with a message for your Alpha. If not, well…” I looked at the door. “There’s plenty of places next to him out there to hide your bodies.” I turned and walked out the door again.
I watched as Moe went around to each of them in turn, releasing them from their bonds before commanding them to shift. When they did, he put a muzzle on then attached a silver collar to their necks. The silver would prevent them from shifting back, and help with compliance. It had silver points on the inside surrounded by soft rubber; if laying there, the silver wouldn’t touch the skin, but if the collar was pulled the points would dig into the skin painfully.
One by one they were led out to the next room, where four low tables had been set up. Moe had them jump up on the table, then took a chain hanging from the ceiling and attached it to their muzzle so their head was held high. Another chain was looped around their belly just in front of their back legs, it led to the ceiling joists behind them. The combination kept them standing and unable to move, and that’s when we got to work.
When we were done, we led the four by leash out to my RV and sat them on the floor of the kitchen. Moe went around and injected them with sedatives so they would sleep through the five-hour trip. I went back to the master bedroom and slept the whole way, while Moe, Matthew, Mark and two of the Johnson Pack warriors drove and kept watch on our prisoners.
We arrived at our destination in the early morning. The park was not busy, but there were plenty of humans around. I let the Greens get the four men ready while I sat at a table and made the call. The phone rang a few times before a tired and annoyed Alpha Michael Anderson picked up. “Who the hell is this?”
“It’s Alpha Ella Grey, Michael.”
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING TEAR YOU TO SHREDS, YOU BITCH!”
I waited as he continued to threaten me, then I cut in. “Your son was dead as soon as he came on my territory with intent to hurt humans. It was stupid and petty, so quit bitching. You want your other men back, you can pick them up at the Buster Dog Park. Bring a van.”
“What did you do?”
“Don’t ever fuck with me and mine again, Michael. This was your warning.” I cut the call and turned the phone off. I knew it would take him twenty minutes to get here, just enough time for us to finish what we needed to do.
I couldn’t help but laugh as the first of the wolves was led off the RV by Moe. His fur had been the thickest, so we had used clippers to turn him into a poodle. He was clean shaven in most places, with stacked balls of fur on his legs and at the end of his mostly shaven tail. This was hilarious, he looked like he was swinging a toilet brush back there! We had left fur on the front half of his torso, and shaved back by his stomach. We tied pink bows to his collar and superglued one to the top of his head. Oh, and did I mention we colored his hair a bright blue?
The second off the bus was cut to look like a dinosaur, with jagged shavings along his side and was dyed a dark green. His back had a series of triangular peaks that made him look scary, at least until you got to his shaved tail.
The third was my personal favorite, after an old insult you might hurl at someone. His body was shaved bare except for around his hind end, and there we had carefully shaved a face! The tail was the nose, his butt the mouth, and you could make out the sideburns and eyebrows if you looked close. As a final touch, we had superglued a pair of eyeglasses to him that sat on top of the tail and wrapped around to the sides. “If my dog was that ugly, I’d shave his butt and teach him to walk backwards.” Yep. At least he was spared the indignity of a hair color, as his black fur worked well for it.
Finally, the pack warrior that talked back to me was led out. We’d saved a very special idea for him. His body was mostly shaved, except the word “FREE” on each side in block letters. On his backside, his tail was completely shaven and there were three concentric rings centered on his butt that moved around his legs and side, just like target rings. The hair that was left was colored a bright cotton candy pink.
All in all, they were a sight to behold as they were led into the dog park and set free to run with the other dogs. We had left the muzzles on so no one would get hurt, and it turned out we had nothing to worry about. The four were so mortified by their appearance they ran for cover, hiding under an empty picnic table, even as the other dogs tried to coax them out to play.
Naturally, we had video rolling and Matthew had taken high quality photos, suitable for framing, as they were led off the bus. I took a short part of the video and emailed it to Uncle Doug, along with the friendly Alphas nearby, along with an explanation of what Michael had ordered and why these men were being punished so. I ended it by saying the leader of the group that invaded my land, Alpha son Craig Anderson, had been “taken care of.”
Oh, he had been that, and I couldn’t wait to get back and do it again.
I got up when Moe called and said Alpha Anderson and his men were approaching. We loaded up the RV and drove out just as he was pulling in to the parking lot. I got one quick look at the sight of the four humiliated wolves following their Alpha out the gate before we were out of sight.
“Home, Alpha?” Matthew was driving as we headed back to the freeway.
“No. Head for St. Cloud. I want to do a drop-in on the new Alphas, see what they are thinking.”