“Whoa-whoa, wait. What?” Daniel cut incredulous eyes at the werewolf. Alright, that one needed her head examined. “There is nothing remotely cute about an alien writhing in its own birth soup.”

Regardless, he let the tire iron hang loose at his side. So long as the creature’s mother didn’t creep out of the shadows, they seemed safe for the time being. “So now what? What do we do with it?”