He’d pulled the shoes off a dead soldier to replace his torn pair, but they’d be disgusting by the time he arrived at his destination. Things would be easier if he shifted. He’d already be out of the muck. However, the rule was no-shifting near HQ unless they were being attacked, in which case everyone shifted and fast. Pain in the ass rule, but habit after sixteen years of war. He heard the flap of wings as the green demon arrived overhead. Dougal put his hands on his hips and watched while the dragon alert-howls sounded in the air. The whoosh of the wings and the roar of the beast’s snarl seemed to hasten the creature’s approach. His fellow Werewolf commander, Brett Daly, moved to stand next to him. Brett was tall, blond and prematurely greying around his temples. Lines crisscrossed around the other man’s eyes which mirrored Dougal’s own exhaustion. Brett nodded toward the sky. “Are you kidding? Again?” Dougal shook his head. “This is the fifth attack on HQ this morning.
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