“What was that thing?” Murphy finally asked.
Marc could have played dumb, but saw no point in doing so. There was no gain in alienating his second and deteriorating relations with his men.
“That’s why I didn’t send you out on a full moon,” Marc said.
He let his Warrant Officer mull it over, who was initially unsure on how that answer applied. It was not until he considered the moon itself that those eyes came aglow.
“Werewolf?” Murphy asked.
“That’s what we call them when they aren’t busy tearing us to shreds,” Marc replied.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
