The sound of a baton banging against metal woke me from a deep sleep.
Commander Asshat must have a death wish coming in here to wake up six sleeping werewolves with a damn baton.
“You lucky shits have instructional today,” he shouted.
Gunner groaned, “So why are you here waking us up at the ass crack of dawn?”
“f*****g hell,” Gunner whined as the baton cracked against skin.
“Got any other smart-ass things you’d like to add, son?” the Commander spat, his voice sounding closer than before.
“No sir,” Gunner spoke through gritted teeth.
“You are all expected to report to the instructional room immediately after breakfast,” I heard the retreating of his combat boots before the door slammed behind him.
“That dude must sleep with that baton shoved up his ass,” Gunner stood
