Prompt: Werewolf

Crossbreed

  Covered in water, Isengard hardly looked like much, but Aragorn knew that beneath the water, hundreds of caverns had hidden an army of thousands.  As Hasufel sloshed through the detritus, an odd figure caught Aragorn's eye. He reigned in, leaning over to get a better look.

  Curled around the end of a crate, it appeared to be a half-formed Warg, but its' shape wasn't right. Aragorn drew his sword and prodded it. The creature floated free and turned over. Aragorn thought he might be sick.

  For staring up at him was the hideously twisted face of a Man.