1. She Devil

Click. Click. Click. 

 

The silvery claws maintained a constant rythem on the stony ground, the large animals gait relaxed and unsuspecting. But a murderer can only hide for so long before the trail of blood gives him away, leading death to his door. Five dead bodys, torn apart by the beast, now lay six feet under. Five familys mourning the loss of a loved one, ripped away from them by the slate wolf that killed without reason or thought. He was a rouge, a lone wolf with no alpha to keep him in check.

The animals deep breaths excaped in small clouds from his muzzle, winter's chill in the air. His keen nose not quite good enough to scent the gun and she devil that awaited him in his own den. A bullet already loaded in the chamber, she waited. The beast was easily the size of a pony; six time the size of a normal wolf. But he was no normal wolf, and that was no normal bullet; it takes silver to kill a wearwolf.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 12.10.2010

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This book is dedicated to my dead aunt, who lost her life to cancer.