grouping less than three inches across, directly over where the monster's heart should be.
Pam dropped her spent magazine and was reaching for a spare when the monster roared and lunged toward her.
Moments before the beast could reach her, its long claws inches away, a stone soldier smashed into the creature.
Pam heard bones shatter from the terrific impact and the giant werewolf was knocked to the side, into and through a wall—propelled by Isaac Jacobson, who had finally come out of hiding.
The werewolf was surprised at the impact, and was actually carried well into the next apartment, it and Jacobson's much smaller body obliterating wall and furniture.
When the creature recovered, it grabbed Jacobson then swung him around and threw him through the next wall, into the bedroom of the apartment. Then it charged in after him, roaring like a bull.
Pam Keegan wasted no time and pulled Yadid to his feet. "Run!" she screamed and pushed the old man toward the door of the apartment.
She fumbled with the lock but finally got the door open and pushed Yadid through first. She followed him quickly, glancing back to see if they were being pursued. But the horrific beast had not yet come back through the huge hole in the wall. And judging from the sounds coming out of that hole it would be busy for a moment or two more.
Pam pushed Yadid along as fast as she could.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The monstrous form Laura Olson had transformed into was gone now. She had shrunk back in on herself in seconds, her skin returning to its smooth, unblemished form, her body resuming the proportions of a young, physically fit woman. Her wings and horns were gone now as well, reabsorbed into her body.
"Amazing!" Dr. King said, his eyes wide. There was not a mark anywhere on Laura's body. No scar, no blemishes. Just smooth, creamy skin—all of it exposed.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" Laura snapped.
Dr. King blinked several times, then finally realized Olson was stark naked. He quickly turned around and slapped a hand over his good eye. "So, sorry!"
Laura took a step forward, then was just suddenly beside Dr. Guerrera. She had moved so fast, she was a naked blur.
"Are you okay?" she asked Guerrera.
The doctor shook her head, still partly dumbfounded. "What was that?"
Laura pulled Dr. Guerrera to her feet gently as the doctor also looked her up and down, amazed there was no trace of the horrendous transformation. "I guess I've got an inner demon now."
Across the chamber, Jason Trumball was stirring, groaning as he tried to sit up. Dr. King finally lowered his hand and walked quickly over to him.
"Jason? Are you all right, my boy?"
He propped Jason up into a sitting position, leaning him back against the damaged wall. He checked Jason's eyes and then felt at his wrist for a pulse.
"Amazing," Dr. Guerrera said, touching Laura's forehead gently, looking for any signs of the horns that had sprouted there moments ago.
"Doc," Laura said. "Are you okay?" She asked, looking down at Guerrera's stomach when she said it.
"What?" Guerrera asked. "Did you say I was pregnant?"
"Oh, great, you didn't know," Laura said. "Yes, I can hear the heartbeat. The baby's heartbeat."
Dr. Guerrera got a sudden shocked look on her face and held a hand to her stomach. "That's not possible..."
"Mark's, right?" Laura said, almost disappointed.
"Mark's?" Dr. Guerrera repeated, completely bewildered by the question. "Do you mean Colonel Kenslir? Why-?"
Before they could discuss it further, the lights in the room switched from bright white to red and warning klaxon sounded.
"What's that?" Laura asked, looking over at Dr. King. He was still helping Jason, who appeared to be dazed, but otherwise uninjured.
"The building is under attack," Dr. King said.
Laura stepped back from Dr. Guerrera. "Give me your coat."
"What?"
"You jacket—I need your jacket," Laura said. "I can't go running around in my birthday suit."
Dr. Guerrera nodded, still a
Pam dropped her spent magazine and was reaching for a spare when the monster roared and lunged toward her.
Moments before the beast could reach her, its long claws inches away, a stone soldier smashed into the creature.
Pam heard bones shatter from the terrific impact and the giant werewolf was knocked to the side, into and through a wall—propelled by Isaac Jacobson, who had finally come out of hiding.
The werewolf was surprised at the impact, and was actually carried well into the next apartment, it and Jacobson's much smaller body obliterating wall and furniture.
When the creature recovered, it grabbed Jacobson then swung him around and threw him through the next wall, into the bedroom of the apartment. Then it charged in after him, roaring like a bull.
Pam Keegan wasted no time and pulled Yadid to his feet. "Run!" she screamed and pushed the old man toward the door of the apartment.
She fumbled with the lock but finally got the door open and pushed Yadid through first. She followed him quickly, glancing back to see if they were being pursued. But the horrific beast had not yet come back through the huge hole in the wall. And judging from the sounds coming out of that hole it would be busy for a moment or two more.
Pam pushed Yadid along as fast as she could.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The monstrous form Laura Olson had transformed into was gone now. She had shrunk back in on herself in seconds, her skin returning to its smooth, unblemished form, her body resuming the proportions of a young, physically fit woman. Her wings and horns were gone now as well, reabsorbed into her body.
"Amazing!" Dr. King said, his eyes wide. There was not a mark anywhere on Laura's body. No scar, no blemishes. Just smooth, creamy skin—all of it exposed.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" Laura snapped.
Dr. King blinked several times, then finally realized Olson was stark naked. He quickly turned around and slapped a hand over his good eye. "So, sorry!"
Laura took a step forward, then was just suddenly beside Dr. Guerrera. She had moved so fast, she was a naked blur.
"Are you okay?" she asked Guerrera.
The doctor shook her head, still partly dumbfounded. "What was that?"
Laura pulled Dr. Guerrera to her feet gently as the doctor also looked her up and down, amazed there was no trace of the horrendous transformation. "I guess I've got an inner demon now."
Across the chamber, Jason Trumball was stirring, groaning as he tried to sit up. Dr. King finally lowered his hand and walked quickly over to him.
"Jason? Are you all right, my boy?"
He propped Jason up into a sitting position, leaning him back against the damaged wall. He checked Jason's eyes and then felt at his wrist for a pulse.
"Amazing," Dr. Guerrera said, touching Laura's forehead gently, looking for any signs of the horns that had sprouted there moments ago.
"Doc," Laura said. "Are you okay?" She asked, looking down at Guerrera's stomach when she said it.
"What?" Guerrera asked. "Did you say I was pregnant?"
"Oh, great, you didn't know," Laura said. "Yes, I can hear the heartbeat. The baby's heartbeat."
Dr. Guerrera got a sudden shocked look on her face and held a hand to her stomach. "That's not possible..."
"Mark's, right?" Laura said, almost disappointed.
"Mark's?" Dr. Guerrera repeated, completely bewildered by the question. "Do you mean Colonel Kenslir? Why-?"
Before they could discuss it further, the lights in the room switched from bright white to red and warning klaxon sounded.
"What's that?" Laura asked, looking over at Dr. King. He was still helping Jason, who appeared to be dazed, but otherwise uninjured.
"The building is under attack," Dr. King said.
Laura stepped back from Dr. Guerrera. "Give me your coat."
"What?"
"You jacket—I need your jacket," Laura said. "I can't go running around in my birthday suit."
Dr. Guerrera nodded, still a
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