Colonel Hogan stalked into Barracks Two and his men all silently edged aside. Kinch pointed to the tunnel. "Don't interrupt us," Hogan said, speaking through gritted teeth. He slapped the bunk much harder than he needed to and went down the ladder.

He looked for Newkirk but the radio room was empty. "Newkirk!" Hogan snapped. He stalked into the tunnel and stopped dead in his tracks.

An enormous black dog sat quietly, watching him. "Christ," Hogan whispered. Statue still, the dog seemed to fill the room and Hogan swallowed. It seemed almost more a wolf than a dog, inky black with glowing green eyes and paws as big as a man's hands. It has to be a dog. There are no wolves in Germany... "Good boy," Hogan said. The dog tilted his head and his mouth opened slightly, showing gleaming, very large white teeth. "Good boy," Hogan said again, heart racing. Those teeth are huge...

The dog raised a massive forepaw in a playful way. "Come here," Hogan said, relieved. The dog stood and walked to him, tail wagging. "Here, fella. Good dog." He rubbed the dog's broad skull. "You are big, aren't you? Now just where is Newkirk?"

The dog placed his paw on Hogan's hand and woofed, an odd little bark that sounded like a wheeze or a laugh. Then he stepped back, tail lashing from side to side. He bent his head, grabbed a blanket off the floor, and burrowed under it. Then the blanket shuddered and Newkirk appeared. "Hello, gov. Wolf, by the way."

Hogan sat down in the chair. "What?"

"Wolf, not a dog. I'm a werewolf."

"A what?"

"Werewolf. A man who can become a wolf."

"That's impossible!"

Newkirk sighed and shook himself. The wolf bounded to him and leaped up, paws on his shoulders. Hogan jerked as the wolf stared at him, almost eye to eye. Teeth clicked, steamy hot breath puffing against his face, and Hogan gasped. Then the wolf hopped down, tugged the blanket over his shoulders, and Newkirk appeared. "Werewolf," Newkirk said.

"I'm going mad. What--how--?"

"That fever I had? That was my changing. I was bit and the werewolf bled onto me. I became infected. So I'm a werewolf."

"Werewolf," Hogan repeated.

"Yes."

"That's how you got so fast."

Newkirk nodded. "Four feet are faster than two."

"And how you could find things. You can scent as a wolf."

Newkirk nodded again. "And as a man. Not as good as my wolf form but a lot better than before. 'Ear and see better too."

Hogan rubbed his head. "You were the black dog who helped me." His neck reddened. "When I got lost."

Newkirk grinned. "Someone 'as to help you, gov." He chuckled. "'Sides, I know my way pretty well."

Hogan's ears burned as he remembered the black dog lying on top of him, warming his nearly frozen body. "We won't talk about it," he said. "Why didn't you tell?"

"What? 'Hey, gov, guess what? I'm a werewolf?' Yeah, you'd believe me."

"I believe you now." Hogan's mind was spinning. "there's no full moon."

Newkirk snorted. "I can change anytime, mate. The moon just makes it more fun."

"Fun?"

"Nothing like running under a full moon, gov. But look, the main thing is I'm a werewolf and so are our guests."

Hogan sighed. "Let's start from the top. Wait, I'll get the others. Unless you want to keep it secret."

"No, they need to know too."

Hogan opened the bunk as Newkirk shifted into his wolf form. Carter hopped down first. "Hey, a dog! How'd he get here?" Carter immediately tousled Newkirk's ears. "He's great!" He knelt and patted Newkirk enthustically.

"Ah, Carter..."

"Mon Dieu, it's a wolf!"

"Most likely a shepherd cross," Kinch said, jumping down. "He's huge,all right." He stroked Newkirk's back.

"Can we keep him?" Carter asked as he rubbed Newkirk's chest.

Hogan inhaled then paused. Newkirk's tail waved from side to side and a wide doggy grin split his muzzle. "How'd he get here?" LeBeau asked, patting Newkirk's head.

"Show them, Newkirk."

Newkirk padded to the blanket and burrowed beneath it. Then he appeared, blanket around him. "Hello, gents."

Hogan had to smile at the huge eyes. "That's amazing!" Carter said. "I knew you were good but that's just fantastic! Where's the dog?"

"Wolf, mate. And he's me."

"What?" Kinch asked.

"Werewolf. I can shape shift."

The men all exchanged looks. Hogan leaned against the wall with a smile. "Really, where's the dog?" Carter asked.

Newkirk sighed and shifted. Hogan watched closely, saw the muscles rippled and twist. Whatever it was, Newkirk could turn amazingly quickly. One moment he was a man, then the next he was an enormous black wolf. This time Carter turned pale and Kinch crossed himself. "Loup garou," LeBeau whispered. He gently reached out and touched one of Newkirk's ears. Newkirk flicked his ear, raised a paw. Then he shifted again, wrapping the blanket around himself.

"Werewolf."

Carter flushed. "Sorry about the petting."

"Don't worry, mate. Wolves are all about touch anyway." Newkirk looked at Hogan. "Look, I'm still me. I just 'ave a few gifts." He pulled on underwear and his uniform quickly.

"How?" Kinch asked.

"Remember that fever?" Newkirk said. He poured a cup of coffee. "That was the infection starting. 'urt, too."

"How did you become a werewolf?" Hogan asked, surprised at the amount of sugar Newkirk was adding to his coffee.

"Lisel, the blond woman," Newkirk said. "We were coming back from finding those flyers. I was lagging a bit behind when I heard a crash. Just got me knife out when a huge blond wolf bit my shoulder. I knifed 'er, we wrestled a bit and she backed off. I guess her blood entered that bite. I felt fine until the fever came."

"What does her blood have to do with it?" Carter asked. "And what's with all the sugar?"

"I have a sweet tooth. And the blood is involved somehow. If I just bite someone, they don't become werewolves."

"How do you know that?" Kinch asked. "Did you bite someone?"

Newkirk looked away, sipping his coffee. "Bit a couple people," he admitted. "No one turned."

"Is that how you got so fast?" LeBeau asked. Newkirk grinned. "You cheated."

"Cheated?" Newkirk replied. "I did not cheat!"

"You 'ave four feet!"

"Not all the time," Newkirk said.

"Can you think in wolf mode?" Carter asked, face worried. All the men looked at Newkirk.

"I think I understand what you're asking," Newkirk slowly said. "Which bloody worries me. Yes, I can think as a wolf. Being a wolf just gives me a few added touches." He drank his coffee in long sips, savoring every drop.

Hogan exhaled with relief. Thank God for that. All I needed was a ravening bloodthirsty wolf every full moon. As if hearing him, Newkirk turned to him, eyes glinting with an eerie radiance that definitely wasn't human. "God!" Hogan blurted.

"What?"

"Your eyes, mon ami," LeBeau said. "They are not human...."

"What?"

"They're glowing," Carter said. "Like when light hit a cat's eyes."

Shock filled Newkirk's face. "Really?"

"Really," Kinch said. "It's freaky in a way."

"So what do they want?" Carter looked at Hogan. "If they're werewolves, do they want to take Newkirk?"

The faint growl sounded incredibly loud in the crowded room. "No," Newkirk said tightly. "If they want anything, they want me dead. Lisel wasn't trying to make me a werewolf. She wanted to kill me. Believe me, they were ruddy shocked when they met me."

"Why would they hate you?" Carter asked.

"He's English, Carter," Kinch said. "I'm sure the Krauts aren't happy with an enemy soldier being a werewolf. Sorry, Newkirk, it sound impossible."

"I know."

"I wonder how many Nazi werewolves there are," Hogan said. "Newkirk, do you have any super powers?"

"Super powers?"

"Are there advantages to being a werewolf? Or having a team of them," Hogan explained.

"Pack," Carter said. "Wolves travel in packs."

Newkirk frowned. "A lot. We're stronger, faster, heal quicker. We can scent and hear extremely well. But I don't think there's a lot of werewolves, gov. I would 'ave scented some and not only that, there are downsides too."

"Bloodthirsty predators," Kinch added.

"No, the wolf isn't the vicious one." Newkirk stared at his hands. "It just wouldn't work. A team of werewolves would be 'ard to beat but not an army. That would be too crazy."

"What downsides?" Carter sipped his coffee.

"I can hear and smell like a wolf. Even in human form, I hear and scent better. Which means I hear and smell everything. Like LeBeau's cologne. it's bleedin' nasty, mate. And Kinch needs to get rid of his cold because he snores really loud when he has a cold."

"It is a wonderful cologne!"

"It smells like old feet."

Carter grinned and Hogan smiled as well. "So what do they want?" Hogan mused.

Newkirk shifted restlessly. "Most likely me. They found me."

"So?"

"So bloody Hans in there wants me dead. Lisel and he can probably talk the others into it."

"Great." Hogan swallowed his coffee. "So now what do we do?"

"We don't have any silver," Carter said. "Maybe London can get us some."

"That's just myth," Newkirk snorted. "We're ruddy affected by bullets, fire, anything that hurts a human. We just heal bloody quick."

"What else exists?" Kinch mused. "Ghosts, vampires, elves..."

Hogan glanced at Newkirk who suddenly seemed very casual. "Tell me you haven't met vampires," he said.

"I haven't met any vampires," Newkirk obediently said.

"Paulson is a minister, maybe he knows," Carter said.

"Leave 'im out of it," Newkirk said. "I'm ok with you men knowing but no one else. Not willing to wake up facing somebody with a gun loaded with silver bullets."

"He's right," Hogan said. "Just us. Now what about Hans and the others? Are they all werewolves?"

"Every one," Newkirk said. "From Anna to the muscle twins."

"Girl werewolves?" Carter asked.

"There are girl wolves," LeBeau said.

"Bitches," Newkirk said.

"Hey!" Carter said.

"He means female canines, Carter," Kinch said. "Dogs, wolves, most canine females are bitches." He looked at Newkirk. "I hope that's what he means."

"It is," Newkirk said. "Blimey, female wolves are called bitches. It's not an insult."

Hogan cleared his throat. "Can we get back on topic?"

"Sorry, Colonel," Carter said.

"Look, I can just meet with them in the woods," Newkirk said. "Me and Hans can battle it out."

"How long have you been a werewolf?" LeBeau snorted.

"Long enough to know I'm bloody good at it."

"Let's not start anything," Hogan said.

"Colonel, krauts coming!"

The yell made the men bolt for the ladder. Hogan glanced at Newkirk. "We need to talk more about this," he said.

"All ears, gov."

"I'll say," Carter cheerily said. "They're like sails!"

"Hey!"

"Up," Hogan ordered. "And later Carter!"