The four of you flee the warehouse, your fear urging speed out of tired leg muscles that you never knew you had. Your heart feels as though it's about to burst as you round a corner halfway back to the bridge.
You almost run straight into a lone soldier who looks as surprised to see you as you are to see him.
"Don't move! Stay right where you are!"
A combination of nerves and fear crease the grizzled soldier's forehead, collecting small pools of sweat as he steps toward you and your friends. His hands tremble despite the fact that they hold a semiautomatic rifle, and he stinks of fear.
If your mind weren't preoccupied with more pressing matters, you might wonder if the man has ever even seen a group of werewolves before.
A sharp whine catches in Dena's lupine throat, and she flinches away as the muzzle of the soldier's weapon shifts toward her in a nervous jerk. "We were only curious," she whimpers. "We didn't see anything!"
But you did see something. Something horrible. And your world will never seem the same again.
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