Werewolf Meets Huntress

Chapter 1. Nightlife

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Lucas!" More incessant tapping. "Lucas, get up man! Lucas!"

Lucas Friar rolled over to look at Farkle Minkus tapping rapidly at his window, his eyes wide and his face pale. He got up and opened the window, letting the cool late summer breeze in.

"I was napping," Lucas said pointedly as Farkle crawled inside with his signature duffle bag.

"Yeah, well I was beginning to think I'd die of hyperthermia out there."

Lucas rolled his eyes at Farkle. "It's not that cold. It's summer, Farkle."

"Yeah well, that wasn't you out there knocking at a window for half an hour."

"Sure, sure," Lucas yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes sleepily before pointing out the duffle bag. "What's that for?"

"We're going hunting," Farkle told him reaching out into the duffle bag and pulling out a long metal bat and tossing it to Lucas.

"In the middle of the night?" Lucas asked confused. "With a bat? Kill a deer with a bat?"

"Yeah, old school," Farkle rolled his eyes at Lucas. "No, knuckle brain, that's for whatever psycho we encounter. You know killers usually show up at the scene of the crime."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Haven't you seen the news?" Farkle waited for Lucas's answer, but he already knew what it was. "No, of course, you didn't. Some girl got killed in the middle of the east woods. Some joggers found half of her body, the other half is somewhere out there. The cops are all over those woods like bees to honey."

"You mean your dad's all over those woods," Lucas said already tugging on a jacket.

"Yeah," Farkle waved his hand dismissing Lucas's words. "Point is we're there."

"Why do I always follow you to these stupid things?" Lucas muttered already missing the warmth of his bed.

"Oh, shut up you know you love me," Farkle was already going out the window not even asking if Mrs. Friar was home or not.

She wasn't. After Lucas's father left, Cassandra Friar spent day and night working hard in Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. Lucas really admired his mother for that.

He skipped down the stairs and out of his house before he second guessed it all. If he second guessed it, Farkle wouldn't shut up about his 'betrayal' for months.

They spent, at least, an hour scouring the woods in the darkness. Only Farkle would want to come looking for a dead body knowing full well it was weird and that tomorrow was the first day back to school.

"Lucas do you hear that?" Farkle suddenly stopped, shining his flashlight into the dark foliage nearby.

"Farkle stop, man, it isn't funny." Lucas wasn't up for these games, he was already irritated Farkle woke him up.

"I'm not trying to be funny, " Farkle whispered softly, his face turning paler than the moon." I heard something. "

"Probably a bunny," Lucas insisted though his skin was already crawling and his eyes were desperately trying to find said bunny.

"I didn't know bunnies sounded like a freaking Chupacabra," Farkle said, his flashlight flooding light all around them.

Suddenly, there was rustle near the foliage adjacent to where they were and they both busted into a frantic sprint. Farkle was hollering and Lucas was struggling to take out his inhaler out of his pocket, already feeling his lungs start to give out.