I raised the assault-style rifle up, stock resting against my shoulder, and shot a three-round burst straight at it. Gravity caught up with the pellets and splashed fire onto the wolf's calves and heels. She - no, it - flinched in pain and stumbled onto the ground with human clumsiness. The werewolf's head turned in my direction, pain and rage glinting out of the amber eyes. It was coming for me.