The moon light reflects off the wolf's black glossy fur. Step by step I hold my breath, making sure the wolf in front of me doesn't hear me. As the wolf continues to drink the lake water, I aim for the right spot. I make sure the wolf hears me as I get my gun in place. The wolf whips his head to the exact location I am in, but doesn't get a chance to react. I've already shot the silver bullet in its neck.
My uncle told me that if shot at the base of the neck with silver, it will change them back to their human form, leaving them paralyzed for a few minutes, then painfully killing them. Like the way the rogues did to my family.
I walk towards the still wolf lying on the floor, awaiting for its change.
Once in human form, I notice that it is a young male, around his early twenties. Squatting down, I ignore the fact that the male's body is quite fit.
I look at him with so much hate, that he winces when he looks into my eyes.
Then he starts to scream out in agony. Knowing that he would be dead in a minute or so, I lean in and give a light kiss to his forehead. Leaving red lipstick. Leaving the mark of Adela Dawn.
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Hunting Wolves
WerewolfTwenty year old Adela Dawn isn't ordinary. She has a secret. She hunts werewolves and is very well known about it in the werewolf world. Her hatred towards werewolves began when her family was brutally killed by rogues. She's despised all wolves sin...
