Game 2 | Game 2 Outline |
After what seems like an eternity, Lupo takes a deep breath, and his grim features soften microscopically.
"Drop him!" he barks at the assembled pack. Clearly disappointed, the werewolves clamped onto your limbs literally spit you out of their mouths. "Listen up!" the coach continues. "Everyone get to the field and take a few laps. I want you all warmed up by the time I get back. Move it, move it!"
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, the werewolves lope off to the training field. Soon you are alone with Lupo. Half-uncurling out of the fetal position in which you landed, you look up into the coach's icy stare.
"On your feet!" he growls. Grasping your shoulder in a vise-like grip, Lupo half-lifts, half-drags you to a standing position. "Start walking!" he snarls, pushing you ahead of him. "You and I are going to the school nurse. It's time we got to the bottom of this once and for all!"
Written by Funny Animal (edited by phaedrus)