“We’re commandeering some civilian vehicles,” answered one of Kat’s soldiers over her comms. The ground unit that had deployed at the train station was useless with the train reversing away from them.

“Get out to my position ASAP,” Kat Argo replied. She leveled her automatic rifle at Frankie and Wilder.

It was taking all of Kat’s willpower to keep from unloading a full clip of bullets into the werewolf. The creature looked exactly like the ones that she remembered killed her squad in Colombia.

Killing Perfoy...

Except for the blue jeans and Yankees t-shirt that stretched over the creature’s burgeoning muscles. Those helped to remind Kat that this particular lycanthrope was actually just a teenage American boy who had, through no fault of his own, inhe...

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