The Hunted: Book One In The Hunted Trilogy

Truth

A tall young man came up the path on a wagon that was being pulled by a gray horse. He had red short hair and what must have been blood was stained into his white shirt. In the wagon sat a young woman, her hair just as red as her husbands, in her arms a baby cried and cooed for attention the mother rocked him quietly as the wagon pulled up to the house.

The man pulled his Horse to a halt and jumped off the wagon. Putting a hand up to tell his wife to wait in the wagon, the man walked to the gate that surrounded the house.

"Excuse me," The man said in a polite tone, "My name is Jackaby Sampson. My family and i have had a long journey and need rest. May i ask if i may have a room for a night kind sir?"

"Its not safe," The old man said standing from his rocker, "Your family is in danger here."

"What in this wood," Jackaby scoffed, "Could be worse, then me?"

"Uncontrollable," the old man muttered, staring at a small boy in the grass. The boy had caramel hair like Nicholes and was playing with a small wood ball.

"We can fix that," Jackaby growled. All the sudden the man turned into a wolf like form sally had never seen before. Its body, though covered in fur, was almost human! The only wolf likeness was his head. His hand turned into five long fingers tipped with sharp claws. His feet grew long and slim claws forming where his toenails had been. As the clothes he wore turned to shreds a long black tail grew behind him.

"DON'T TOUCH MY SON!" The old man growled. He turned into what Sally had seen and knew to be werewolves. A giant ten foot tall wolf took the place of the old man, but the old man was to slow. Jackaby held down the screaming boy and used his claws to slit the child throat. The old man attacked.

Though he tried he was no match for Jackaby. Jackaby threw the man into a tree five yard from where her had stood. Pouncing on him just like he did the boy.

"Ricky!" A woman screamed from the porch, pulling her daughter behind her, "Terry!"

Just like the boy Sampson slit the mans throat. Then he turned on his wife. Grabbing his son he slashed the women's stomach. She fell dead to the ground and another small boy popped his head from inside the wagon. The boy was laughing as Jackaby pulled away.

The little girl sat next to her dead brother and the wife by her husband.

"Come here Edi." was all she said.

      The scene dissolved leaving a shocked Sally sitting on the porch staring blankly at the spot that Jackaby had just slain his own wife and pulled away.