Now he had to willingly step into a room that he was going to effectively be trapped in. It went against every instinct, every fiber of his claustrophobic human self and of this wild animal feeling that had taken hold of him that was apparently equally claustrophobic. This had been the plan for weeks, but now that the time had actually come to go through with it he was losing his nerve.
“Alright, Hawkeye, get in there,” Potter said, “We’ve still gotta round up Winchester.”
Nope. No way. This had been a bad, bad idea. Hawkeye didn’t budge from where he stood. “You know, Colonel, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“What do you mean, son? Stop foolin’ around,” Potter responded.
“I mean, I’m not going in there,” Hawkeye said.
“Sure you are,” Potter said, “Now get in there, time’s a’wastin’.” Potter was generally a patient man, but his patience was clearly starting to wane. When Hawkeye continued to stand his ground, Potter asked, “What’s the problem? You were on board with this whole plan before.”
“Yeah, well, that was before,” Hawkeye replied, “I changed my mind. It’s a werewolf’s prerogative.”
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Hair of the Dog, upcoming chapter (if I can ever get it finished
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