Charlie
Holy s**t. Holy s**t. Holy s**t.
I just attacked humans. I have human blood in my mouth. I had to wipe it off the front of my chest. The scariest thing—or is it the sanest thing—I wasn’t the monster. I was me, just in wolf form. My head was clear. My instincts and reflexes were even faster than normal.
I attacked swiftly, immobilized the attacker, and reached Annabel. I eliminated both threats, despite taking a bullet to the back. Then I had the wherewithal to go back and pick up the comms unit and my clothes with my cell phone, then steal this car and get back in communication with Annabel.
Annabel.
She’s probably freaking out. What will I tell her?
I whip down the alleyway just as a bullet sounds. It hits my car.
Damn, I’ve been detected. A blue Buick is right behind me, a
