Man at War – Excerpt No. 174

3 March 2026

“I was certainly in someone’s sights,” Marc replied before adding a pause to mimic Lewis. “Private.”

Marc stopped a couple of paces away and placed the werewolf’s head on a stack of crates. They used them to distribute rations to the soldiers along the line. The head was almost too big to stay on the crate without rolling off.

“A wolf?” Lewis asked.

“That’s not a wolf,” Heart replied, the way his voice trailed off certainly implied he had an idea on how big wolves actually get.

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a large and bloody wolf's head teetering on a worn wooden crate with rusty metal straps, set against a soft warm glow of dawn breaking over a rural landscape in 1915, with old farming tools and vintage clothing scattered around, captured in a photorealistic style with a mix of cool and warm tones, subtle film grain, and a shallow depth of field, emphasizing the eerie presence of the wolf's head with its sharp teeth and piercing eyes, amidst the eerie silence of the pre-dawn hour.

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