I rolled out of the car, knocking down two werewolves who were charging at me.
Although they were in human form, they attacked with nothing but their teeth and claws. Their movements were completely chaotic, like wild animals.
The fighting escalated, and everyone in the convoy was roused from their sleep.
"Protect the supplies!" Bert shouted, directing his men to form a defense.
With a side kick, I sent a werewolf, who was trying to climb onto the roof of a car, flying.
The campsite descended into chaos. Bert was scratched on the arm while battling a werewolf. I immediately fired a shot at the creature, the bullet hitting it squarely in the chest.
"Aooo!" it howled in agony. I thought it would retreat, but instead, it pulled back to a safer distance and began howling again.
"He's ca
