LAST TIME IN CUBA
WINTER 1971, SIERRA MAESTRA, SOUTHEASTERN CUBA
The whirling helicopters were above his head, flying over the branches of the trees, with their headlight missing his steps, and he ran faster than them, swaying through the thick mountain that ran westward from the far side of the south of the oriente province in southeast cuba, with an upward transition from the coast.
Military vehicles were on his tail, flashing lights on their path as they chased the man. Trees fell, the paths were cleared off of vegetation, the night was cold as ice, but driven by a burning desire– kept them afloat.
But they weren't his problem, at least for the moment because there was a bigger reason to flee; these beasts were chasing him and they ran behind the scenes in the dark. It was just their perfect place and he would bee damned if they caught up with him.
The man ran through the thick shrubs, breathing heavily, hitting the ground hard with his bare foot. He seemed heavy, but he was damn fast, his back was turned to his enemies, and they wondered if the cold night affected him, or strengthened him.
The man could no longer see a straight path to run on, even though he was fast, the flashlights moved before him, he gritted his teeth in anger, he hated the light, and the noises, especially the ones that the helicopter made. Thongs and tree nails scratched through his hard skin, taking souvenirs of his blood, before his skin made them Innocent and free of blood shed. His ears were disturbed, his eyes ever searching for a quicker and better path as his legs took him on that ride.
He couldn't take it anymore, he uprooted a palm tree from the corner, clenching his hands around it as he mustered up enough strength to spin around and dash it upward to the helicopter, its speed were of his, as if he had effected it… the pilot didn't see it coming! He steered, warning signals! Beeps! It was too late! The tree hit the body, causing it to go sideways as its blades cut through tree tops which descended on a military vehicle at the back; the second helicopter was behind, its blade slashed through the steel, on the verge of turning away from it! The pilot is affected! The helicopter swiped and swinged down from the tree tops, destroying itself with fire as it enclosed the gap between earth and the sky, the flames and smokes went up immediately, halting the other helicopter from motion, he either turned… but it was too late, the helicopter could only take too much… more fire! More smokes, more clatter! More ashes!
The man smiled at his win; it just became a fair fight. He slashed through the mountain as he let the moon illuminate his path.
His eyes flickered and he turned to his left path where he met his potential threats.
A pack of six werewolves stood in front of him and circled him in no time. They were in their full wolf forms and they had different fur colors and sizes, and their deep growling validated their anger.
The man looked at all of them one by one and as he continued panting he made no move to escape just because he didn't want to, but unfortunately he had more enemies to worry about.
"Oh come on, I shouldn't be running from you too!" He growled.
A big red-golden furred wolf stepped out and dropped his jaw to show his sharp and deadly fangs. "We have you now, you are not going anywhere" the wolf communicated to him through a mind link.
The man smiled and calmed down. "Is that so? Have you forgotten who I am?"
"You are nothing but a rogue—"
He cut the wolf short. "I'm the Alpha, and I ask you to back down, now" he commanded.
"Hmm. Are you ignorant or are you stupid? I am an Alpha! And you can't give me commands moreover, you are not the Alpha King anymore…" the wolf walked closer to the man.
"That doesn't change the fact that I am capable of slaying you and your pack right now!" He gritted his teeth.
"Tell me, what would you do? You can't even shift to a real wolf. You don't belong here, rogue"
"I will pardon you today just because I have some bitter visitors, but I promise you this, we will settle and I will rip your heart out and shove it into your mouth"
"Say that to your mate. Oh, I forgot, you have none. Poor you"
"I have lived for centuries, do you seriously think that I care about a mate?"
"No I think you have been denied a honourable and good thing every Alpha needs to have, a Luna"
The man motioned to attack, but his bitter enemies were near.
"Hate to break it to you, but next time!" He said and ran away.
He kept on running, but he'd crested a ridge on his survival run. He reached up to the crest of the mountain which descended down the seemingly bottomless dark valley; an end point.
The vehicles approached, and the doors were opened as the men dropped the remaining distance to their feet. Fully armed, masked, except their leader, one big man, who stood in front of them.
He chuckled under his breath as the man turned around to face them and with a burning sensation in his eyes, he strained his hands, tightening the muscles of his arms as blood pumped through his blood vessels.
A little moment of observing these armed men as the moon surged behind two loose clouds apart, flooding thin, cold light over the woods drawing the man's figure.
He had sharp features, tall, well built, with a balanced weight, and the men stayed put as the light swelled over his broad shoulders.
Their leader stepped forward, he looked fearful, with a mark across his eyes. He had short and stiff hair, with a bristly chin propped with white beards.
The two men looked more like giants to the rest of the men because of their muscular features, but their prey seemed to be more natural, and real, he was taller, larger and looked younger.
"I have chased you for years, Logan, you have given the CIA a tough time, and me too…" the man said as cold smoke poured out with his words.
