#Chapter118

Carl slipped out of the room. For some insane reason, he seemed contented enough to leave me alone within the weapon room.

As I sat down in one of the waiting chairs, I looked around, taking in the various pieces were at his disposal.

Small guns. Large guns. Pistols. Machine guns. Grenades. Bombs. Swords. So many other pieces I could not name even if I tried. So many weapons that could take down even the largest prey; pieces that could take down the largest werewolf.

With my heart drumming through my body, I could not help but feel a little concern as he stepped through those doors. Carl returned....