The flames from the flare and its need to breathe only served to power the chemical reaction. The pain must have been intense as it actually tried to claw its own throat to expel the flare. However the intense heat and flame eventually forced the werewolf to its knees and it fell face first into the ground.
When everything settled, Marc realised that the shooting had stopped entirely. In the distance there came a mass of footsteps approaching which meant he might be discovered. Intent on making sure his men saw no hide or tail of him. Marc used his sabre to free the creature of its head.
The thing was positively huge, and an excellent trophy. The man of war was not interested in hanging this creature’s head on his mantle back home. Besides, it was rumoured that werewolves reverted to their human form once the moon set. Still, he had an idea and wanted to send a message to dissuade further incursions across his lines.
“Besides,” Marc whispered. “It’ll give me something to write about…”
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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