Jagged Fangs

“What about the guards? Where are the guards?” Maeve mumbled as she grabbed the gun from the drawer. Then she checked the magazine.

The bullets glinted in the low light, their silver tips catching her attention. Garrick had once told her silver could wound a werewolf, slow them down, but not always kill. That didn’t make them useless. At least she had something.

She crouched against the wall, the