That would have ended horribly for everyone involved. Marc might have superior speed compared to a werewolf, but only for limited amounts of time. It would have run me down eventually and used me as a chew toy.
“You know, Sir,” Murphy said. “You’re the only commander I served under that seems to genuinely care about his men.”
That was quite a compliment, but Marc still had to tread lightly.

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.








