In the dark of night, a howl broke through the sacred silence. Michael Henderson tightened his grip on the rifle. He didn’t know if the silver plated bullets would work, but he was ready regardless. He would shoot the beast and if that didn’t work he would set it aflame and scatter its ashes.

It had been more then a year, snits he had come home to find Margaret and Marcus, their young son, brutally massacred.

He had entered their small condo, on the outskirts of New York, to find the floors and walls streaked with blood and gore. As he entering their home, he found bloodied paw prints and a few bare human foot prints leading in to the living room, which had been decimated, the furnisher shredded, deep gash marks in wooden the floors and on the walls.

The police had chocked it all up to a particularly brutal serial killer they had been tracking for months, at the time. But he knew better. The culprit, he believed, was a werewolf! And he was hell bent on finding the son of a bitch and putting and end to him. It. Ah! What ever!

It had taken months of research, and a lot of foot work, but he had finally been able to track down this, his first werewolf kill.

Subsequently because of his vendetta he had already stumbled across several other nasty little critters.

Just last month he had managed to takedown a pair of Vampires and someone.. No.. Something that called it’s self demon born. Before that he had taken down a witch and sorcerer and even a necromancer.

He had never believed that such evils had lived in this world until the death of his wife and son. But in his search for vengeance he had found creatures just as vile as the one that had taken his love, his life, and his family away from him. He tightened his grip on the rifle as he felt a painful twinge at the memories that flooded his mind. Pushing the memories aside Michael tried to focus on the task at hand.

Something rustled to his left, spinning he raised the rifle, ready to shoot.

In all factuality the beast was quite beautiful, with dusty golden fur and sharply intelligent blue green eyes, although its build was similar, it was a bit too large to be a true wolf, however it could have easily have passed for one.

The wolf looked at Michael, and swiveled it’s ears as if thinking about what to do…

The demon sprang, leaping high into the air; Michael fired, his ears rang from the crack of the gun shot. The wolf hit the ground hard and slid across the slick forest path, into the nearby foliage. He approached his quarry, rifle raised, ready to fire once more.

As he was about to pull the trigger, he heard the sharp snap of a branch. Spinning, Michael saw what he thought, at first, was a bear, but soon realized was, in fact, another werewolf, it’s coat a deep russet brown, and glistening poisonous green eyes.

Before he cold think to bring his gun to bare the beast lunged.

Powerful jaws closed down on Michael’s neck, tearing through flesh and snapping bone, sufficiently ripping out the hunter’s throat. Nearly tearing the head from it’s body.

The beast shook the body viciously, much like a child would rage doll, before flinging it amide the trees.

The wolf watched with malicious glee as corpse fell back towards the earth, before it touched the ground he leaped snapping it out of the air. Clamping down on an arm he dragged the hunter down. With a twist of his head, he ripped the arm from it’s socket.

Tossing the arm aside, he nuzzled to wound with his nose, and lapped at the blood, before tarring into the soft belly. He tore out the intestines, and shook his head vigorously, flinging dung.

Dropping his prize, he dug his head into Michel’s gut, and pushed his muzzle up under the breast bone. Humans where his favorite pray, so soft and easy to kill. Especially this one, it had been almost no fun at all…Almost…

Suddenly he remembered his other pray, the youngling who had found him with that woman last night…

Pulling his head from the corpse, he looked about, but the other was gone… Oh well it didn’t really mater, he would track him down sooner or later.

Turning back to his kill, he bit down on the man’s ribs. Powerful jaws crushed bone, as he tore chunks from the carcass and began devouring what was left of Michael Henderson.