Page 54 of Spike

The werewolf who saw us, shifted and lunged towards us. I braced myself for the imminent attack. But instead of going for me or Nitro, he swiftly darted towards our truck.

Before I could react, he sank his claws into the tires, puncturing them with a savage snarl.

"Damn,” I muttered, realizing our means of escape had been sabotaged.

I knew we had to fight our way out of this. I drew my revolver, while Nitro unsheathed his combat knife, ready for whatever came our way.

More werewolves began to emerge from the shadows, drawn by the howls of their pack mate.

They circled us, yellow eyes glinting with hunger and malice. Without hesitation, they launched themselves at us, teeth bared and claws extended.

I fired off rounds from my revolver, aiming for vital spots, while Nitro moved with deadly precision, dispatching our attackers with his knife.

The sounds of snarls and gunshots filled the night air as we fought tooth and nail to defend ourselves.

Soon enough, I ran out of bullets but there was still one other option.

With a fierce growl, I let my bear form take over, muscles bulging and fur bristling as I shifted into my grizzly form.

Beside me, Nitro underwent the same transformation, his own massive bear form standing tall and formidable.

The werewolves hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the sight of two grizzlies facing them down. But their hesitation was short-lived as they launched themselves at us once again, emboldened by their pack mentality.

In our bear forms, Nitro and I fought like a well-coordinated team, claws slashing through the air and jaws snapping shut on anything that came too close.

We pushed back against our attackers, and the werewolves faltered under the onslaught, their ranks thinning as we fought tooth and claw to defend ourselves.

But despite our best efforts, the pack seemed endless, and more werewolves continued to pour in the parking lot.

It was clear that we couldn't keep this up forever.

With a silent nod, Nitro and I made the decision to retreat. We broke away from the encroaching werewolves, using our size and strength to create a path through their ranks.

Then we bounded into the cover of the surrounding woods, leaving the chaos of the confrontation behind us.

As we disappeared into the darkness, the sounds of snarls and gunshots faded into the distance.

Then we bounded into the cover of the surrounding woods. Just when I thought we had left the chaos of the confrontation behind us, a brassy roar shook the trees.

For a moment, I froze, recognizing that sound, although I couldn't place it at first. Nitro met my gaze, and the fear in his golden eyes caught me off guard.

Few supernatural creatures scared us. The Grizzly Reapers MC were at the top of the food chain, after all...

Every muscle in my body tensed as I heard the heavy flapping of wings. I whipped around to see black scales, massive wings, and deadly spikes looming behind us.

Jack's secret weapon... a dragon.

My heart pounded in my chest as Nitro and I exchanged a look of shared dread. We both knew we couldn't face this thing alone.

Without a word, we bolted, our footsteps pounding against the forest floor.

The air crackled with electricity as the dragon's presence seemed to distort reality around us.

We ran faster, desperation lending wings to our feet.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the woods, and I felt the heat of flames licking at our heels.

The trees to our left burst into flames, and I barely managed to dodge a falling tree in time.

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