Chapter 19
Then we were running. A mostly werewolf pack followed our human leader up the stairs and down a corridor before winding further skyward within what really did appear to be a medieval tower.
The space we emerged into wasn’t quite large enough for all of us to assemble inside comfortably. But we were shifters, used to breathing down each other’s necks. Within seconds, Sarah’s pack had encircled her in an impenetrable wall of protection while I hovered closer to the humans who worked in wordless tandem to wrestle a broad range of weapons out of a formerly locked safe.
There were rifles and handguns and items I couldn’t even identify in the near-darkness. Hand grenades maybe? Possibly even pieces that could be assembled into a rocket launcher or some sort of cannon-like g*n. Whic
