Werewolf Camp: Eat. Camp. Prey.

Before I worked for the National Unnatural Resources Bureau, I traveled the country and worked pretty much wherever and whenever I could. For a few years I worked on construction crews, and one summer I found myself in the middle of a moldy old knot of abandoned buildings that had once been a summer camp. Ah, the hinterlands of the mountains, where wild things roam and you can walk for hours and never see another human. So it was a surprise when I found buried clothing. And then ...more. Normal? For a camp in the woods?

And was that another camp across the lake? Who went there? Or, what?

© 2020 Nathan Baker (Hljóðbók): 9781094215228

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Hljóðbók: 22 april 2020