Re: Before Sunset.
Eddie Carmichael spent the last hour before the sun went down doing a final, quick check of the perimeter wards. Potter was with him, and they were both as satisfied as they could be that they would do the job they were meant to: taking out the first wave of werewolves, or at least giving them a good pop to their muzzles as a bolt of magical electricity zipped through their bodies. It wouldn't kille any of the werewolves, but it would hold them at bay for a few seconds longer before they fizzled and fell.
Eddie had explained as much during the training sessions the past few days. He took up his spot, double checked the lightweight and probably ineffective armor he'd been equipped with, and made sure, again, that his wand was strapped securely to his side. This was the worst part, the waiting, the watching, the wondering how his life would look on the other side of a battle with creatures who carried nothing but hatred and the desire for revenge in their hearts. They may seem relatively harmless now, but once they had changed, the bloodlust lying dormant within would be set free.
It promised to be a pretty night, if warm. There was little breeze rustling the trees, and the humid August air hung heavily. A low buzz set up amongst the Mount Weather soldiers and volunteer fighters. The sun was setting, and the moon was rising.