Man at War – Excerpt No. 52

“Never underestimate the fairer sex,” Marc said. “I dare say that you wouldn’t stand a chance against one of their women.”

Murphy cocked a brow but did not otherwise betray himself.

“Then why not use them?” Murphy asked.

“An excellent question,” Marc replied. “Like me, hunters are a relative rarity.”

That was the truth, intelligence reports indicated there were dozens of teams operating along the lines and their success ratio was dismally low. I never understood how they can continue operating with their casualty rates.

a cinematic nighttime photo of a ferocious Werewolf looming ominously over the lifeless body of a nun, her habit torn and her face frozen in a mixture of fear and peace, set amidst the desolate and war-torn landscape of no man's land during the Great War, with shattered trees, ruined barbed wire, and exploded trenches stretching out into the darkness, the only light coming from a faint, eerie moon overhead, casting long, ominous shadows across the scene, in a haunting, high-contrast black and white photography style.

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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