The Reborn Game
“I'm a fucking werewolf hunter now.”
Once the other orders are cancelled, they make their way to the only manufacture in the country to make live silver bullets.
“You boys are werewolf fantasy writers?” The owner asks as they enter the warehouse.
“No, we are police detectives so we can transport this much live ammo,” Huck says, flashing his badge and credentials.
“Makes sense, so you doing it for your girls?” The guy chuckles.
“And my boyfriend,” Sawyer says, with a smile.
“Lucky guy,” One of the box loaders winks at Sawyer.
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