It’s been a while since I posted a teaser from the shifter story (still no title).
Marrok and Billy rode into town for supplies. Several weeks had passed since they were last in town. They stabled the two riding horses and the pack horse, checked into the hotel and then walked over to the saloon.
Smoke hung heavily in the room. The smell of beer, whiskey and fear permeated the air. Over it all, Marrok’s keen sense of smell picked up a scent he hadn’t smelled since Paris eighty years ago.
A townsman stood at the front of the room and spoke to the assembled group. “The full moon is tonight. We have to be alert. We don’t want to lose any more women.”
Marrok looked around. There by the fireplace was the source of the scent. DuPre!
The speaker continued, “The last five months a woman has been killed the night of the full moon. We have to find this creature.”
Murmurs erupted from the crowd. One man spoke up. “We don’t even know what we’re hunting. Is it a wolf? Is it a catamount? Is it a bear?”
“Well,” said a third man, “the tracks look like a wolf, but bigger than any wolf I’ve ever seen. There are also a man’s tracks around the area and man’s clothing. When we try to track the animal, the tracks disappear and the man’s take over.”
A man known to Marrok as Jim said, “I’m not saying I believe in such things, but my grandmother used to tell tales of a creature in the old country that was a man most of the time, but turned into a wolf at the time of the full moon.”
Several people nodded and muttered murmurs of agreement.
The man by the fireplace turned and saw Marrok. He smirked and nodded.
Marrok knew by his smirk DuPre was the killer.
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