Literature
Secrets
Fort Sill, Oklahoma, 2004
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 br
