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Taking out her pistol and cocked it as she walked toward what was left of some unlucky soul. Her eyes darted up to the top of the buildings, to the crates and barrels in the alley. There was nothing there, but she still kept her wits about her. She knew better than to underestimate werewolves, especially in places such as these.
Her face contorted in disgust as she approached what was left of a body. Swallowing down the bile that rose in her throat, she studied it carefully as she put away her gun. Everything was consumed except for a mauled arm – she guessed was the werewolves’ chew toy – several chunks of bloody, mauled flesh and mutilated shoes and clothes. Sonya looked around at the aftermath of the slaughter and noticed the large, bloody paw prints. Studying them closely, she calculated that the werewolves who left these prints were as tall as Gypsy on all fours, and Gypsy was about fifteen hands high.
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artwork, characters, and text (C) Cortney Bulin