Throwing caution to the wind, you rush out between Tiva and the soldiers, towering over them in your werewolf form. The scar-faced woman can't help but recoil for a moment before her discipline kicks in and she firms up, staring you in the eyes with a forgery of calm.
"This isn't necessary," you say to the officer, making sure that you're blocking her line of sight to Tiva. "If one of us truly did what you claim, we'll discover them. There's no need to make examples of us."
"We have our orders," Scar-face says. "Now back away slowly or we'll be forced to make an example of you, too."
This isn't working, you think. There must be something I can say that will get through to her.
"Down!" comes a shout from behind, and you duck instinctively, rolling away from the soldier. Two shots rip through the air, loud enough to cause a ringing in your sensitive ears. It takes a few seconds for your vision to clear, but when it does, you see Tiva, standing over the corpse of the scar-faced officer, two gleaming handguns held at arm's length, one in each curled fist. Where did she get those? Your mind reels, trying to make sense of everything happening around you. She must have found the guns when we were exploring on the other side of the bridge!
The other three soldiers are backing up, brandishing their rifles as Tiva and the emboldened wolves come at them. You give yourself a shake and stalk toward them from another angle, leaving only one escape route: back to human territory.
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