Man at War – Excerpt No. 128

How it found him, or why it was active a day after a full moon was irrelevant. A werewolf could decimate his team and he was not about to stand for it. There’s one small matter to attend to.

As the creature approached, Marc moved perpendicular to the creature. He focused on keeping just enough distance between them to lead the creature into the ruins of the town. Further away from my men.

That only seemed to infuriate the creature, before reaching cover there came a loud howl followed by a series of thumps that reminded him of a warhorse at full gallop. Marc expended a bit of blood to get behind the relative safety of what remained of a brick building. Sensing he was at a disadvantage Marc backed away, facing the approaching threat racing over the crater filled road.

“He’s not slowing down,” Marc muttered.

a cinematic photo of a gigantic wolf with thick grey fur and sharp claws running towards a bombed out town with destroyed buildings and rubble scattered everywhere, clawing into the muddy ground as it runs, its eyes glowing in the dark, scene and clothing appropriate for 1915 during The Great War at night with the full moon hanging overhead, casting a silver glow over the desolate landscape, the wolf's fur ruffled by the wind, its mouth open in a snarl, photography style is dramatic and intense, with deep shadows and strong lighting, capturing the chaos and destruction of war, the town's ruins are shrouded in darkness, with only the moonlight illuminating the devastation, the wolf is the central focus, its massive size and powerful movements dominating the scene.

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