I drew this, after writing a short story called Faithfall, about werewolves in power armor. It's for my MFA program... Here's a short bit:


We slam into the side of the ship like spears into a mammoth. We tear through the cruiser's hull, digging our way in. A blast of air hurls one of my claws back, telling me that I've pierced the cruiser's vacuum seal. I rend the gap wider and crawl inside.

Red alarm lights flash in the silence. I'm in someone's cabin, plush with the glint of wealth. To my left, a couple who were just making love are now being sucked out the hole that gapes behind me. I catch one last horrified look from a sweet faced girl. No human is getting off of this ship alive. She doesn't know how lucky she is to die as herself.

Two heartbeats later the cruiser automatically seals the hole behind me. Somewhere someone's console just reported our attack as a micro meteor barrage.

Once my suit senses that air pressure has returned to normal the lower forward half of my helmet retracts. The same happens to the shielding in front of my ears. My jaws hang open, tongue lolling. I smell cinnamon, heavy floral perfume, and the sweat of passion, with a lingering hint of terror. I throw back my head and howl. One heartbeat later, I hear twenty three other howls sing back. My pack is with me on the ship.