Chapter 22: A Tight Spot

When you’d been in the military for as long as Lieutenant Herman Schmidt had, you could tell the difference in the sound of your guns and the sound of the enemy’s. When gunfire erupted in the woods, he knew that his men were being fired on.

His troops immediately returned fire and he began to worry that his hopes of capturing a werewolf alive were waning.

Then, over the roar of gunfire, he heard a high bloodcurdling howl. It echoed through the woods, a powerful and dark song of mystery.

Schmidt shouted to his next in command:

“Instruct the men to find the wolf! I don’t care about the others. I want the animal taken alive!”

The other man ran off to relay the message and send the orders ahead to the others.

Schmidt paused to try and determine from what direction the howl had come. It was hard to say. Certainly, it had come from deeper into the woods, but finding a wolf on its turf might require a miracle.