SecretsFort Sill, Oklahoma, 2004Secrets by QuebecoisWolf
Colonel Rutledge lets me lead him, his rifle casually carried in his arms as if we were a hunter and his dog walking through the woods rather than a senior officer and a four-legged werewolf training to find improvised explosives in a mocked up Middle East city. He can afford that swagger. I can’t, not when we’re so close to the end of a four day training exercise.
After six months, I’m finally getting used to how the body armor feels on my fur, the weight on my back when I run on four legs. It's not completely unfamiliar. When I was a girl, I sometimes carried my little brother on my back, at least before he got big and started changing, preferring to use his own legs to mine.
“Your nose is better than any dog’s, Specialist. It tells the truth if you’re willing to pay attention.”
I’ve seen Rutledge on CNN a hundred times, advocating for more werewolves in uniform. I