I was born to hunt werewolves. I knew that. Ever since they broke the treaty on not killing humans. My parents died hunting them. Now it's my turn to finish their job. But why do I hear them? Their growling, snarling, and howls. They all make sense to me. Then this white wolf suddenly pops up, assuming she knows me. In my head, I feel something wanting to get out. What the hell is happening to me?
One thing is for certain though: I will not become on of them. Even in it kills me.
