To prevent another attack, Marc used up more of his blood to distance himself. By the time he slowed Marc was fifty-three paces away, staring down the creature with a bloodied paw. He could see it had trouble standing, but that was not enough to end it.
“I wonder if it learned a lesson…”
That long and angry howl certainly confirmed that it had not. Although Marc supposed that he should be thankful there were no replies.
He holstered his pistol and pulled out another. At this point, he knew that more exchanges like that would end up with him a chew toy. Time to take a page from Murphy’s playbook.
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.
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