Enjoy this sample of Vengeance of the Werewolf:
When the beast reached the door it stood on its hind legs and grabbed the door handle and pulled. The bright light of the bathroom hurt its eyes until they adjusted. It ducked down and walked into the bathroom aiming for the handicapped stall at the other end. She was in there, it could smell her and the stupid dog. When the beast was about two stalls away from Harley, it heard her whispering to the dog and the rustle of clothing.
Skipper looked over his shoulder at Harley and she knew they were in very serious danger. The claws were close, so close the musky scent overwhelmed her. “Skip, I need you to scare the hell out of whoever that is. No biting, just bark and run. We have to get to the car.” She pulled her keys out of her pocket and reached for the door latch.
When the latch released the beast smashed the flat of its paw against the outside of the door. It ripped from its hinges revealing the girl. The beast almost smiled, forgetting about the dog.
Skipper lunged yanking the leash from Harley’s hand. Neither girl nor dog had ever seen anything like what stood in the open doorway. The thing facing them had to be over six feet tall and it was standing on its back legs. But it wasn’t a bear. It had the face of a wolf, but with more teeth.
Harley screamed when Skipper pulled away. Because of the slick floor, Skipper’s jump didn’t come as close to the neck as he would have liked. But no matter, his instinct was to attack and protect so he latched onto the first part of the monster he hit.
Harley watched in horror while Skipper clamped down on the monster’s groin. It screamed in rage and pain as Skipper shook his head from side to side.
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