Chapter 50: Monstrous
“The night is dark and full of terrors” —Game of Thrones.
His bones make a satisfying crack when he hits the wall hard. A second later, he ends up dropping to the ground, where the impact is less intense there. His body splays in a boneless tangle of mess.
I see red liquid seeping from his forehead. But just to be sure, I embed another bullet to his head.
That’s thirteen bullets, and I still have two more to spare. But just in case, I switch to my other handgun and hold it on standby.
I smirk as I admire my bloody handywork, and Theo solemnly joins me. Though it only lasts very briefly.
An ear-splitting scream tears from the room next door, reminding us that there are still two more werewolves to kill. Plus that strange man who disappeared earlier on.
“Go after
