Werewulf Journals 2: Trolling For Love - Plot & Excerpts
Hunter reached into the left saddlebag, retrieved a pair of dark sunglasses, and slid them on, shielding his already shifted eyes. Fresh meat and hot, spilled blood always made his eyes go feral, and he didn’t need questions and doubts of his loyalty to the force clouding the tense situation. The smell of the carnage littering the road up ahead had reached him long before he made it to the bridge. After a moment’s thought, he left his keys in the ignition in case the officer needed to move the vehicle before he returned. Drawing out his security ID card, Hunter prepared to flash it as he strode up to the yellow taped-off area, but the young officer manning the first checkpoint recognized him from other operations. Police work was a small world. He tucked the badge in a shirt pocket for easy retrieval. “Mr. McCallum ... man, am I glad to see you.” The rookie dipped his chin in salute, and Hunter subdued a grin. The human didn’t realize he’d just performed a traditional gesture used when wulves greeted an Alpha.
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