The Alpha's Warlock
I leaned against the wall and shook, reliving some of the worst hours of my life — and those hours had some stiff competition.
The meaty thunk of a heavy blade striking made me jump, and I came out of it enough to see Luke the were-mountain dragging away the two parts of the revenant, a machete in his other giant hand. One down, seven to go. Nate came back down the stairs from the back door carrying a big bag of rock salt, muttering something about really, really being sick of having to see things getting their heads cut off.
“I’m leaving the head on the Christmas turkey even if everyone thinks it’s gross,” he grumbled. “No, fuck that, I’m getting a ham. Are you coming?” he shot over his sho