I sat in a comfortable chair, women surrounding me. One of the tribesmen speaking about the full moon tonight.
"Master, last full moon we gave you your sacrifice and you still killed tribespeople. Do you think you can move your hunt further away?"
"No." I snatched one of the girls and my claws dug into her arm. I felt her blood run down my hand.
"Why hello beautiful." I taunted. "You know sweetheart I'm quite... Hungry, do you think you can get me a bite to eat?" She froze and I felt my body expand Into a large werewolf. My claws elongated, digging further into the girl's arm. Her scream was cut off by me clamping my jaws on her throat. She went limp and I started my meal, the tribesman was staring in disgust and fear. I dropped the girl, her body crumpling on the floor. I padded over to the silent man, measuring the situation. My claws sank into his shoulder. He cried out and sank to the floor. I turned my head watching him. I leaned down to be eye level with him, then I tore out his throat with my teeth. Blood covered the small room and my howl filled the silence. The hunt had begun.
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Spirit Of The Night
WerewolfWolves typically get worshipped by tribes as a Protector, when a tribe finds young Werewolf Lukas Greene they worship him as their guardian. Lukas becomes a danger to all and let's his beast control him.
