Chapter Six: 1941
Skilled from many battles, Thomas
used his talent for shape-shifting to morph into a black snake. He slithered around an attacking werewolf’s
legs. The beast’s claws barely missed
him. Tom said, “I never planned to fight
werewolves tonight. This isn’t my idea
for a night on the town.”
Annabelle sped around another
werewolf, scratching at its side. “We
fight monsters every week. Why should
this week be any different?”
Tom bit at a werewolf’s ankle, and
then moved away before the savage beast could connect with its claws. “I’d rather fight a few dumb mutts
anyway. It could be worse. At least Dominic’s chief enforcer, Hyde,
didn’t try and kill us.”
Grace, in full werewolf form, leapt
over another wolf and slashed his back with her inch long red claws. “Or that monster created by
Frankenstein. He still gives me the
creeps.”
Annabelle never could match Tom’s
speed at transforming, but she did manage to morph into a bat before a werewolf
could connect his claws with her chest.
She fluttered out of his long reach.
“Count your blessings after we beat these dogs, no offence, Grace.”
The only female werewolf present
somehow smiled just before trading slashes with her opponent. “None taken.
They are dogs.”
“Guys!” Roland shouted to his
friends while avoiding Blood Reaper’s silver claws. “Focus!
They’re trying to kill us!”
For more check out Dark Threats at your local online store. Links to Dark Threats on the web can be found on the Store Page.
No comments:
Post a Comment