Third Werewolf (1)

Anna had regained consciousness by the time Ashton reached the exit. Ashton filled her in on everything that happened while she was out. Except for the part where 'death' had become one with him. 

Ashton was already tensed about it; there was no reason to make Anna worry about it. 

"What about the staff? Where is it?" Anna's voice was still a bit weaker than before.

"Since you were busy snoring, I asked Sven to take it with him." Ashton playfully replied, "Once I get it checked out by Vulcan and he gives his clearance, then you can have it."

"Bummer, I was pretty excited about a new weapon-"

Their conversation was interrupted by a stray gunshot. The weapon was so poorly aimed neither of the two had to try to dodge it. However, a bullet was still a bullet.