Clark's body trembled, but none of the troops noticed, because they all had their guns focused at the pairs of red eyes that surrounded them.
"Not this again!" mumbled Tom, who hadn't spoken throughout the whole trip.
"Clark?" asked Lionel. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Clark looked up at Lionel, who was horrified by what he saw. Clark's eyes were yellowish, with black slit-shaped pupils in the middle. He bared his teeth and got to his feet, growling madly at Lionel.
"Oh my God, not you too!" murmured Lionel.
Clark stopped himself from tearing Lionel and the troops to shreds and instead jumped at the nearest pair of eyes, pummeling his fists into the skull of unlucky wolf. When the fistfight was done, Clark emerged victorious with the dead creature at his feet. Using his fingernails, he cut open the hide of the wolf and skinned the creature in less than a minute, while the troops tentatively opened fire at the other surrounding beasts.
The lead bullets bounced harmlessly off the skins of the wolves, but they did anger them. They revealed themselves in the pale beams of light illuminated by the street lampposts. Willows clutched her silver-ammunition- loaded-pistol tightly and aimed it at a wolf – Blackpaw. Her laser sight pointed directly between Blackpaw's eyes and gave her the signal to fire.
So she fired.
The bullet left the barrel of the gun in a brilliant display of showering sparks, traveling incredibly fast and headed for Blackpaw. But Blackpaw's reflexes had honed over the years, and he saw it coming with plenty of time to take aim and fire two streaks of fire from his eyes. The bullet melted under the intense heat and fell to the ground as a chunk of oozing superheated silver.
By now, Clark had ripped the hide off of the wolf, and he chose to don the hide like a thick fur coat. To everyone's surprise, the fur seemed to close around Clark, becoming his second skin and changing him into the werewolf.
AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
It was clear to Ellem, who was nearby, what that howl had meant.
It meant, "Let war begin."
"Not this again!" mumbled Tom, who hadn't spoken throughout the whole trip.
"Clark?" asked Lionel. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Clark looked up at Lionel, who was horrified by what he saw. Clark's eyes were yellowish, with black slit-shaped pupils in the middle. He bared his teeth and got to his feet, growling madly at Lionel.
"Oh my God, not you too!" murmured Lionel.
Clark stopped himself from tearing Lionel and the troops to shreds and instead jumped at the nearest pair of eyes, pummeling his fists into the skull of unlucky wolf. When the fistfight was done, Clark emerged victorious with the dead creature at his feet. Using his fingernails, he cut open the hide of the wolf and skinned the creature in less than a minute, while the troops tentatively opened fire at the other surrounding beasts.
The lead bullets bounced harmlessly off the skins of the wolves, but they did anger them. They revealed themselves in the pale beams of light illuminated by the street lampposts. Willows clutched her silver-ammunition- loaded-pistol tightly and aimed it at a wolf – Blackpaw. Her laser sight pointed directly between Blackpaw's eyes and gave her the signal to fire.
So she fired.
The bullet left the barrel of the gun in a brilliant display of showering sparks, traveling incredibly fast and headed for Blackpaw. But Blackpaw's reflexes had honed over the years, and he saw it coming with plenty of time to take aim and fire two streaks of fire from his eyes. The bullet melted under the intense heat and fell to the ground as a chunk of oozing superheated silver.
By now, Clark had ripped the hide off of the wolf, and he chose to don the hide like a thick fur coat. To everyone's surprise, the fur seemed to close around Clark, becoming his second skin and changing him into the werewolf.
AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
It was clear to Ellem, who was nearby, what that howl had meant.
It meant, "Let war begin."