PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
“That’s not even scary,” Nicky said, leaning back away from the crackling campfire. Tall and thin, he wore his lanky hair in a bun.
“There’s no such thing as werewolves,” Amanda agreed. Comfy in t-shirt and jeans, she had decent meat on her bones..
From their places across the campfire, Rebekah cast her mate Lyon a knowing glance.
“Just in case, we should stick close to the fire,” he said, implying the group would be safer there.
Rebekah knew the truth, though. Soon, the full moon would rise, and Lyon preferred his meals preheated.
This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers, where every week intrepid adventurers set out to create 100-word flash fiction. Some of it perhaps not so fictional after all….