Diary of a Werewolf

September 26

Things went bad yesterday. I'm currently in bed trying to write this without shaking too badly. The clock reads about 7:00 P.M.

I should have not stayed out too late last night. I was out trying to take down a buck that I had been chasing for a while. It must have been sometime around midnight.

I had the worst luck actually finding anything so when I found the buck I knew I wasn't gonna be able to sleep without at least taking him down.

I was hiding behind some bushes trying to line up a shot with my rifle when out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. I wasn't the only thing hunting that deer.

Before I had a chance at pulling the trigger the biggest wolf I have ever seen came out and ruthlessly tore the animal apart. It was beautiful in a strange kind of way. The elegance, grace, and efficiency with which it killed with was amazing to watch.

That is until I had a terrible feeling. I almost had forgotten that wolves run in packs or at least in pairs. Seeing as how this wolf was the only one I saw I hoped that this was an omega. I was wrong, so wrong.

I looked around my surroundings trying to find at least one other wolf which to my horror I had found it. It seemed like it moving ever so slightly in my direction, and like a deer in head lights I froze... That was not a smart choice.

The wolf pounced on me trying to tear my throat out but in my panic I accidentally fired off my rifle into the wolf's flank. Trying to deal with the pain the wolf hesitated. In that moment I quickly grabbed my 6 inch silver knife and stabbed it through its eye.

It gave a quick shudder and fell on its side. My mind raced, if the wolf was part of a pack then half the pack would have gone for me leaving me a dead man while the other half would have gone with the other...

That's when it hit me. In my confusion and adrenaline I had forgotten about the second wolf. I jumped up but when I tried to raise my rifle into the general direction of the wolf I had a searing pain run up my shoulder.

The wolf had bitten me when it first pounced it seemed like. I turned my head from the wound and looked for the wolf but it seemed to have ran away. Most likely scared off by the initial gun shot.

I ran back to my camp as fast as I could. I didn't bother with the supplies as I got into my truck and raced to the nearest hospital.

After getting looked at and having a huge bandage wrapped around my shoulder I was sent home under the strict orders that I was not to be doing anything physical that included that arm for about a few weeks maybe months.

Once I got home my girlfriend came over and bombarded me with questions and love. While she is competitive she is also very motherly when I get hurt.

Anyways after she left I started to write and so we come full circle. I got to sleep so that I can recover as soon as possible. Mason out.