The Island of Forgotten Magic

Revenge

I patiently waited for the night to come, to start the everyday massacre. This time though, I had too big of a purpose to rampage even harder than I usually do; find the creators of the fire.

Night finally came, I could see everything as clear as day when it was dark, because of my night vision. The only problem was that it made my eyes glow in the dark, and other creatures could see me coming, and that's exactly what happened with Ben.
I went slowly and stealthily, but in an even hungrier way than usual. Hungry because of curiosity, and curious of how that huge campfire came to life. Well, remember that Ben came from war basically and crashed near the island but had the extreme luck to survive the crash and swim to the island. What we didn't know was that 3 or 4 enemy planes had landed on the island.

And they were the ones. They, were the ones.

As I got nearer and nearer to the zone where the campfire was located the whole operation of finding an answer became the ultimate stealth mission. The operation went like this: first, I looked at how many of them there were, second, I saw Ben getting beat up and, at last, it was time to do the proper...

SEND THEM TO SLEEP.

I waited, patiently hidden for one of them to go to the bathroom or get separated enough so I could silently take him down without anyone noticing. They were taking a short lunch break from hitting Ben, he looked like he was in the verge of death, and was drenched in blood and injuries of all sorts.

The unique magic of my race was to be able to shapeshift, with the body of a werewolf as the original form. This came out extraordinarily useful when we had to infiltrate different species' populations, but this magic had the tiny little downfall of copying whatever creature except for its eyes, our eyes remained visible at all moments. Also, on top of being gifted increased physical prowess, we wolf creatures had an immense sensibility to smell blood from large distances, the smell was so strong that we could follow the scent while blind, and we couldn't even trip with any obstacle beacuse the notion of the blood in our snout was so delicious and gave such pleasure that it kind of created a path in our minds, it was like when you smell food and you know the way the smell comes from and you can point the exact direction, so with my race it happened the same thing just augmented x100
times that.

The moment I had waiting for all night, had finally come...