Julia’s senses were attuned to find threats. When at such a heightened state, werewolves were known to grab a bird or bat out of the air. However, the threat was man-made.

When she dug into the ground to slow herself down, there came a click followed by the roar of a weapon. The projectile hit her in the shoulder, and caused her to spin around like a rag doll. What the fuck was that? An elephant gun?

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.

Julia woke up in a start, like a cat interrupted during their twelfth nap of the day. She was immediately on all fours, back straight up and claws digging into the floor. She was ready to pounce, to attack, or did until she noticed that Amber was still in the corner cowering in fear, and remembered what the dream was about. No wonder I felt like I deserved to rot away in prison…

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.

If there was one constant in the universe, it was that werewolves did not faint. They might get knocked out, or succumb to their wounds, but they most certainly did not fall over like some melodramatic Victorian lady suffering from the vapours. Go me… that’s got to be one for the record books.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.