Wolfless Luna
Its teeth dripping with thick, bloody drool.
Marcus drew his sword, holding it steady as the monster opened its mouth as if to scream again.
“Hey! Over here asshole!” I yelled, and it turned its attention toward me once again. I had to keep it from screaming again, or else Marcus would become dinner, and I would become dessert.
“Go inside,” Marcus insisted, and the beast turned back to him.
“I can’t leave you out here,” I insisted, and the beast turned back to me. “Come here you big fat furball!”