The sun begins to fade over the mountain peeks that have watched over me all day up to this point. Large, darker than night shadows begin to creep across the snow covered valley, forming a premature night over the affected areas. It's a beautiful, yet terrifying phenomena, especially to me. Me being one of the few that fully understands the things that come out at night.
I'm not sure where the pack I'm pursuing lay in weight but I can hear their howling off in the distance. As soon as the elongated shadow began the howling took off. It sounds like there's tens of dozens of the creatures... and of course if the vampires lay in wait I won't hear them... The creatures are such opposites, the vampire so stealthy and mischievous, while the werewolf so large and aggressive. No wonder their enemies.
Well the contract is for the werewolf pack, so technically I could just take the pack out, and leave the vampires, but that'd result in me being called back out here again because the killings and disappearances would actually increase due to the lack of competition and fear of the werewolf pack... So it seems I'll have to kill both.
The sun is fully down now and the howling has stopped. Everything is ridiculously quite, and I feel as if I'm being watched every second of the way while I walk the dirt path, a lantern on my back belt loop to illuminate my way and enabling my ability to see properly. After about twenty minutes or so of walking. I hear a branch break in front of me however it is out of vein just barley. I unsheathe my sword and my sliver dagger. And sir frozen. Eating for my adversary to make the first move, when suddenly there is a paw visible on the ground before me, the rest of the figure basking within the confines of the immense darkness. Then following the paw is the snout of the creature, it's mouth open, testy flared, revealing massive, intimidating canines.
Werewolf: Fool, you tread on territory that you have no claim to. Take no step further, or risk being torn to shreds. I'm very, very peckish at the moment, mortal.
The creatures voice is deep, deeper than any man's, and it's almost gurgled, unnatural.
Me: Well that's to bad. I'm in search of some heathens that the nearby townspeople wasn't dealt with.
The werewolf growls. And the snout moves from three feet above the ground to seven, revealing the staggering size and brutish nature of the being I find myself challenging for authority.
It's in this moment that I realize I'm dealing with the alpha. And absolutely massive and powerful creature, capable of taking a ridiculous number of opponents at once.
The creature lets out a deep blood curdling howl that seems to deafen the cold nighttime air, that was already brining chills to my bones.
I have to kill it soon, for the rest of the pack will be on it's way.
