Free Wolf Hunt (Book 2) by Jeff Strand

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    "She's a real werewolf," he said. "She changed when we kidnapped her, and then she changed most of the way back, but not all of the way back. Look at her ear."
    "Nice try," said the hatless man.
    "That wasn't a nice try," said Red Hat. "Don't give him credit he doesn't deserve."
    "Shift your eyeballs for a tenth of a second," said George. "Look at the girl's ear."
    Red Hat didn't move. George couldn't tell if the hatless man was looking, but he did stop jabbing him with the barrel of his gun.
    "Not gonna lie," said the hatless man. "That's one messed up ear."
    Red Hat's expression was that of a man who knew that he was probably being tricked, and whose best course of action was to stay right where he was, but who also wanted to see a messed up ear. He kept his gun pointed at George while he carefully stepped close enough to see Ally's head.
    Her ear was long, pointy, and hairy.
    "Hmmmm," said Red Hat.
    "Doesn't prove a thing," said the hatless man.
    "It's not scientific evidence of lycanthropy, no," George agreed. "But it's weird, right? Why does her ear look like a werewolf ear? Did I put a prosthetic ear on her? Why would I do that? Was that my ultimate plan, to slap a fake ear on this chick so she'd roll over and you'd see it?"
    "Could be a birth defect," said Red Hat. "She was born with a messed up ear and it got her tagged as a werewolf."
    George nodded. "That's a valid theory. An ear that messed up could cause people to say all kinds of things about you. But look at my jacket. Look at all the blood I've got on me. Don't you think this is excessive for a scuffle with a teenager?"
    "Teenage girls are the most insane creatures on the earth," said Red Hat, "So, no."
    "Good one. All joking aside, though, she's waking up, and we don't have anything to secure her with. If the three of us consider ourselves intelligent guys, shouldn't we at least entertain the possibility that this situation could turn really bad if we don't take a small step to manage it?"
    Everybody was silent for a moment.
    George had already been sore, and now his arm was getting tired and his fingers were numb from the cold. This would be a terrible time for the gun to slip out of his grasp, but if they didn't resolve this soon...
    "You know what?" said the hatless man to Red Hat. "You probably can't see it as well from over there, but she really does have a seriously messed up ear. I'm not saying she's a werewolf, not at all; I'm just saying that ears aren't ever supposed to look like that. I think we should restrain her before she wakes up."
    Ally's eyes popped open.
    George quickly lowered his gun, so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. And then cursed as it fell out of his hand.
    The hatless man removed the barrel of his gun from George's back and lifted it toward the window.
    Ally hissed.
    The hatless man flinched.
    The passenger door of the van burst open, bashing into Red Hat.
    As the hatless man glanced over at the commotion, George grabbed him by his thick, luxurious hair and smashed his face into the side of the van. The hatless man squeezed the trigger of his submachine gun, firing into the ground right next to their feet.
    George bashed him into the van again, trying unsuccessfully to get him to drop the weapon. Bits of snow were flying everywhere.
    Lou leapt out of the van. Actually, it was less of a leap than a clumsy stagger, but he did grab Red Hat while he was still off-balance from being struck by the door.
    The hatless man screamed in pain, having just fired several bullets into his own foot. This was not enough to make him drop the gun or take his finger off the trigger.
    Lou and Red Hat struggled with Red Hat's gun.
    There was still some glass along the bottom edge of the van window frame. They were chunks instead of shards, but that didn't seem to matter to the hatless man as George dragged his face across it.
    He kept his hold on his gun, continuing to fire into the ground until it ran out of ammo. George dragged his face across