Twenty-three-year-old Sasha Evans wasn’t sure what happened when she raised a shotgun at her husband and pulled the trigger. As far as she could tell, he wasn’t her husband anymore. The face staring back at her was some kind of creature filled with rage, not her husband. She had to defend herself or else.
Shapeshifting warrior, Zachary Kerzek comes face to face with his destiny when an innocent bystander gets bitten by a zombie. If he doesn't do something to save her, she's as good as dead, and there's something about this girl that makes him realize he can't allow that to happen.
“We’re not killing her.” I stood between my team and this girl I had just saved from an existence worse than death. The coffee shop on Earth was demolished and we were knee-deep in dead ex-zombies. It had been a normal seek and destroy mission until this had happened. But I wasn’t backing down, not until I knew who she was, and more importantly why she had a mark on her neck, similar to mine. Maybe she was like me, or at least I was determined to find out what she was before she died.
“Call it in,” I growled to Rex.
“No,” he shouted at me. Knowing better than to mess with me, he pushed against the other two guys on my team who held him back. Zombie Wolf was not just a nickname I had gotten for being a werewolf shapeshifter who had killed massive amounts of zombies over my twenty years of my life. It was part of my blood. Literally. I could not be killed by them and I could not be infected. I had been bitten when I was a child. I had grown up with my mutation, and as I grew, the mutation fined tuned itself and merged into my DND, forever being with me.
Always the diplomat, McCormick offered, “Guys, maybe we can talk about this?”
Simon nodded, tugging on Rex’s dark green shirt. Neither of them moved forward one inch. They all had seen my transformation a time or two before, when the fighting got exceptionally nasty. I had saved all of them more times than I could count. But Rex was the a*****e of my team, and the Earth representative. I regretted having made him my point of contact when I visited Earth. I had never used my weapons on any of them, but that could change very quickly.
“Call it in,” I repeated. Slowly and very deliberately, I popped my neck. My eyes flashed gold. I held one hand on the girl’s shirt, trying to keep her still.