Home Range

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Submitted for the Changing Seasons Contest by ChallengeCorner (Round 6)

Prompt: werewolf drabble (exactly 100 words); "Describe the scene when the clouds part to reveal the full moon."



Broke into the Psychopomp Motorcycle Club's compound last night. Always knew they cooked, with my nose—that putrid meth scent wafts up the mesa.

But human trafficking? Not really their style.

Snuck past the guard tower.

Fur snagged against barbed wire atop the perimeter wall.

No trace of the missing girls. Luna, guíame!

Enforcer spotted me—snapped his neck, no mercy. Resisted urge to howl.

Direct approach needed; confronted Treasurer "Rascal" Kessler.

"A one-off border transfer deal," he swore; Las Amenazas to Talbot, for the Starry Wisdom Fellowship megachurch. "Besides, they were only illegals."

I clawed his throat.

The hunt continued.

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