‘Footsteps echoed down the hall and Endelor whirled around, Bo leaping from his shoulder to drop into a crouch, brandishing his weapon.
“Plan B is you’re my hostage, okay?” Bo said, cocking his rifle, his possum tail twitching.
“What?”
Caleada walked in, her wings flaring with surprise as she skidded to a stop.
“Aw, come on.” Bo groaned. “I wanted plan B.”’
A little snippet from my WIP “Agent Werewolf” and a rough sketch to go with it.
Bo is the possum and Endelor is the feathery dude.

















