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    We're Bitches
    We're Bitches
    We're Bitches
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    We're Bitches

    By Michael Polillo

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    Cody Walker is having a rough time. First his girlfriend left him for another guy. Now werewolves are trying to eat him and his friends. Can he and his two buddies survive a night of hungry women set on making them their next meal?

    We're Bitches pits three best friends against three werewolves stuck in a beach house together.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMichael Polillo
    Release dateOct 15, 2019
    ISBN9781393662808
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      We're Bitches - Michael Polillo

      But, there, you can't trust wolves no more nor women.

      Bram Stoker, Dracula

      CHAPTER 1

      The full moon was giving plenty of light to the beach down below. The Atlantic ocean was softly crashing in the night. Crabs scuttled to and fro and they were the main entertainment for the beach's guests. They moved freely and without any care as to being seen. The night was theirs to enjoy. This was Holborn, New Jersey. A southern shore town crowded with tourists who visited to forget about life for awhile.

      A small bonfire was burning in the sands. Surrounding it were four sitting figures. Two tents were pitched nearby while the people were basking in the warmth of the flames. Two women, two men. The figures were paired off and the couples embraced each other. They had been swimming all day between pick-up games of baseball and now they were enjoying the stillness of the night ocean. The first couple resembled each other. Both tall, both built, both with dark hair. The second couple were a stocky man and a short woman who couldn't look more different. Resembling each other or not, they had all been going on vacation together for the last five summers. And none of them had seen this many crabs on a beach at night before. There was always one in their line of sight no matter where they were staring. That is, when they weren't gazing at each other.

      Look at that one go, said the built man.

      A palm sized crab was boogieing down the sands back into the water right across from where they were sitting. The short woman rose and rushed over to take a closer look. She bent down, scooped up the crab and brought it back to the fire. She held it from the back and it's claws pinched at empty air. One claw was three times larger than the other.

      What kind of crab is that? said the stocky man.

      Fiddler. See its big claw? It resembles a fiddle, said the built man.

      The fuck's a fiddle?

      A violin. Did you pay attention at all in school?

      Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was dealing with the king of animals and instruments. My apologies for asking, said the stocky man.

      The big claw means it's a male crab. Bet you didn't know that either.

      The two women were admiring the fiddler while paying little attention to the men. Photos were snapped and selfies were taken.

      I don't know how you can grab those things like that, said the stocky man, Be careful or you might lose a finger.

      She brought the crab closer to her lover's face. It grabbed at his nose and he flinched backwards, laughing as he fell into the sand.

      You better be careful or you might lose an eye, she said.

      The short woman placed the crab back on the beach and it headed to the water. They resumed their positions around the fire and with their respective partners.

      I wonder why are there so many of them out here tonight? said the built woman.

      Maybe they like the moon. That's why we're out here, isn't it? said the built man.

      I though we're out here because it was cheap to rent a spot for a tent, said the short woman.

      Before tonight I didn't even think it was legal to camp on Jersey beaches, said the stocky man.

      It isn't, that's why it was so cheap. I didn't pay a dime, said the built man.

      You mean we're out here illegally?

      Hey it's either we camp illegally or wait until one of their rare camping events. Why did you think we're the only ones out here?

      I figured most people were tired of beach camping.

      Most people don't want to break the law.

      The two men continued to bicker once more as the women exchanged glances with each other. They were lucky to have made it through the day without them arguing. It was bound to happen at some point. Their discussion escalated into yelling about types of crabs, fines, and types of beer they enjoyed. It went on for a solid ten minutes before they were cut off by a howl that rang out in the night.

      Hey. Do you think you two can shut the fuck up for a minute? said the short woman.

      They closed their mouths and nodded.

      You two did hear that sound, right? said the built woman.

      It was probably the wind. The beach at night always sounds like that. You're not scared of the wind now are you? said the built man.

      What if it wasn't the wind though? What if there's something out there? said the built woman.

      Like what? We're on a beach in Holborn. The worst thing here are those crabs that you were taking a selfie with, said the built man.

      I don't know, what if it's a wolf or something? said the built woman.

      Hey now, even I know there's no wolves in New Jersey, said the stocky man.

      What if one escaped from the zoo? We're not too far from it. All I'm saying is it isn't impossible, said the short woman.

      There's no wolves at the Cape May zoo. The closest preserve place is hours by car, said the built man.

      The women jumped into their man's arms and held them close. The men could see the fear in their eyes. Then another howl happened. All four of their bodies jolted and they nearly bounced to their feet.

      I'm telling you that's not the wind. There's something out there, said the built woman.

      Why would a wolf be hanging around a beach? There's barely anything for it to eat, said the stocky man.

      Yeah except all the tourists hanging around, said the short woman.

      We'd know if there were a wolf loose. That'd be some major news, said the stocky man.

      What if it's that weirdo Gordon trying to mess with us? said the built woman.

      The group couldn't see far away from the water. They had camped out near tall grass growing on the dunes. The blades provided great coverage for their tents to stay hidden. It unfortunately didn't let them see the roads from where they came. A third howl happened within a minute of the second and it seemed to be coming from the brush barely within sight of the fire. The women held a tight grip on the men. They could all feel each other shaking.

      Alright, enough talk. I'm not going to be scared by the wind. I'll go check it out and be back to tell you bitches there's nothing to be scare of, said the built man.

      Are you sure that's a good idea? said the stocky man.

      If there's something out there then I'll call animal control and maybe they'll be so happy that they won't fine us for illegally camping here.

      Alright, be safe.

      You mean you're not coming with me?

      Someone should stay with the women, right?

      They all nodded in agreement. The built man stood, kissed his lady and used his cell phone as a flashlight, walking into the grass. The others huddled around the fire and peeled their eyes, trying to keep a glimpse of the built man, but he was out of view before long. Still they kept their sight and hearing focused. The howling had stopped. There was no fourth call into the night. The trio stood after five minutes, wanting to go out there and find their friend. Their attention was pulled towards a thud in the sand only a few steps away. The stocky man ran over to it and bolted back. He had a sculpted arm in his hands with his return. A scream did ring out into the air. It wasn't theirs. The three tried to scream and found no strength to muster it. A shadow was running towards the fire, yelling and wailing. The flames revealed it to be the built man who was missing his arm. Blood was flooding out the empty socket and he was grasping at it trying to plug it with his fingers. He nearly made the camp before falling to his knees then face forward into the sand.

      All three of them cried now. It was a moan mixed of pain and fear. The stocky man tried to console the women to little good. And little time passed before another thud was heard. They could see a new figure lit by the moonlight. Any outline of the figure would reveal it was on hind legs and covered in fur. It was clear that the women were half right. It was a lycanthrope staring them down. Better known as a werewolf to the common man. Flickers of flame showed flesh hanging from its mouth as it charged towards the group.

      "What the

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