By Tooth and ClawChapter 8
"What is it with Werewolves and walking?" Billy asked rhetorically under his breath after fifteen minutes of hiking, most of the time crunching through various floras in the dark. "It's good for you," I called over my shoulder. "You never see a fat Werewolf, now do you? However, I have seen quite a few plump little Witches." I smiled as he grumbled some more, panting. "It sure is beautiful out here," Marcus said softly, showing no signs of exertion. "The stars and sky are...