The werewolf council all stood there staring at Bronson and then staring at me, holding the gun.
None of them moved at first. They were in shock. But then one of them grabbed the gun out of my hand and he tried to open it to empty the shells out of it.
He didn’t know how it worked because it was a homemade gun. I needed something that would hold a shotgun shell but was also easy to hide.
I turned to face the council and the whole five of them were staring at me, looking me up and down.
I wasn’t sure what they were expecting. But this is what they were getting. I guess I looked more normal than they expected.
“So, do you assholes have any names?” I asked.
“Of course. I’m the leader Anders, this is Mitchell, Magnus, Edison and Davis.” Anders introduced me.
“All men. What a f***
