Damian stood alone outside of Max Potential, staring in shock as John Du Marquis and his wife Jocelyne struggled with Garrick and another werewolf, both transformed and fighting with everything they had to keep their throats untorn. Damian rushed over, pulling a spray bottle from his bag, and unleashing a torrent of garlic broth on both of the vampires. They cowered away, hissing, and scrabbling at their faces. Damian fished out a pair of garlic bulbs and gave one to each of the werewolves. The werewolves stared at the bulbs, then at Damian.
Damian stared back. “Ah, right. No pockets.”
Garrick huffed. The other werewolf puffed. Damian sheepishly took the bulbs back and instead sprayed the werewolves down with the broth. Max bolted out of the door but froze when he came within five feet o
