Mark took the bullet and moved to the light to examine it further. Two things where odd about it, one that it was a .303 rifle bullet by the look of it. He had dug enough out of soldiers to recognise one even distorted by impact. Which was odd, the gamekeepers normally carried a shotgun not a military rifle. Just what kind of game had they been intending to bring down?<br/><br/>Which made the other thing more intriguing, rather than being the normal metal the bullet was made of silver. An expensive way to make bullets unless you where hunting Werewolves. That was ridiculous thought in this age of scientific reason and logic.<br/><br/>Looking up from the bullet he walked over to the small cluster of people. Bouncing the bullet in his hand, “Silver bullet, I thought we where shooting birds not. “He laughed, “Werewolves, or has some body been reading too many of those penny dreadfuls.”<br/><br/>