Civic Skirmish

“Lawrence, over then! We’ve got company! ” Mateo’s critical cry sliced through the murky silence of the narrow alley as I rounded the corner, heart pounding like a war barrel. I slightly had time to register his words before a savage logjam echoed off the graffiti-scarred walls.

“ Damn it, get ready! ” I barked, my voice echoing in the cold, damp air. I could formerly see the glint of eyes in the murk — mischief werewolves, spare and vicious, arising like agonies ...