Julia’s senses were attuned to find threats. When at such a heightened state, werewolves were known to grab a bird or bat out of the air. However, the threat was man-made.
When she dug into the ground to slow herself down, there came a click followed by the roar of a weapon. The projectile hit her in the shoulder, and caused her to spin around like a rag doll. What the fuck was that? An elephant gun?
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