Robbie Gibbons Knihy

He found them in a ditch by the side of the road. The girl was pinned, helpless. The animal on top of her was too big to be an ordinary wolf: razor claws, a muscular, human-like upper body. It was a werewolf, like Danny. His nightmare had followed him here, to a place where he thought he was safe.

We splash onto the shore and start running. Bullets whistle and punch into the beach. Wrecked landing craft lie on their side. Waves wash up dead bodies floating face down. I stare. Training doesn't prepare you for this.