Fangs And Fur: A Werewolf Story.

a sheet of cold sweat. Her throat, or what was left of it, was heavily bandaged and soaked through with blood. Tiny, green branched veins showed through her pape

ips as the girl thrashed and turned on the stretcher. Axel appeared behind her. He'd changed from his lab coat in

e murmured coaxingly

nds without giving him so much as

." Axel informed her. "He asked

e around him. I hold too much valuable info

in is she in

tle girl. But I have given her all the painkillers her body can take. Let's hope for the best." They continue to watch

s. "You need sleep," Axel noted "You can cras

you here with a werewol

etty well. Believe me, I did

m abruptly "You s

erewolves heal very fast. The point is, you s

nt to see her." She placed the mug on the coffee table an

xel calle

e foot on the s

ates being challenged. He's going to come for us, and the little girl too if he finds out what she is now. With a Werewolf he created r

on't know all this, Axel? The thought has haunted

Nobody has to know who you are. If we are ever going to successfully keep the girl away from that labo

n "I'm scared. I've never been scar

do it. For your safety, for the little girl's safety, God, for all of us.

l? What will he do to

rom here. You don't have to worry about me. Worry only about yourself and the future of that little girl on the stretcher over there." H

esitation, Beth sa

direction of the stretcher. They both whirled towards the no

or like white tendrils. Her fur was deep brown, the colour of melted chocolate, the colour of the hair of little Lauren that laid on the stretcher only a minut

" Beth w

Axel

attention to them. It leapt down from the stretcher and sauntered out of th

watched as the changeling disappeared into the

ill us. But if we chase after her, she just might. And a Werewolf's speed is seven times that of any average human.

weater as he held her close "I

replied "I