Ivan
"What the hell were they hunting?" Vince looks at me, then back at the equipment, we'd laid out on the tarp. Ethan brought lights outside so we could get a clear view of everything.
"Something much larger than a werewolf," Steven picked up a metal collar that seemed similar to the ones on the dead pups but was too big for any wolf. Even me with my new size. It also didn't have the same effect on the others. Strangely, I couldn't touch it without my fingers burning. "What do you think they were using these for?"
He was pointing to the array of items we still hadn't assessed. Gallon-sized containers made of thick glass, long tubing, like the kind you find in hospitals, and two strange metal cones with holes on the bottom that attach to something. Picking one of the cones up, the shape doesn't look as random as I first thought. Instead, they're curved, hollow on the inside, like they're made to go over something of the same shape.
