Can we trust the huntress?

Lonely ranger (2)

I woke up to a loud annoying sound that was coming from the bedside table. My alarm sound was horrible, I really need to change it.
Right now I am in Cheyenne, Wyoming to hunt down a few werewolfs.

„Goddamnit I should really keep going or I will never make it on time". The sheriff was already waiting for me at the crime scene.
„Good Morning Mrs. Sherling. A Jogger found her this morning. Her name is Ashley Wannowak, we found her license in the trash can over there. Her heart is missing like all the other victims." There are 12 victims in total, all young girls. „Thank you sheriff, the coroner should take a look at her."

Of course I knew that it wouldn't help but the People here don't know anything about the supernatural and I am not planning to tell them.

It was early in the morning so I drove with my Audi RS2 Avant, a real rattle machine, to a Waffle House to finally get some food.
I ordered my favorite breakfast. Pancakes with chocolate chips. When I looked around the room I only saw 9 People. A man, about 35, who was sitting at the counter sipping his coffee, a family, who seemed to stop here for a little break before they kept driving to their actual destination, then there were two waiters and two younger men with a computer infront of the guy with longer hair. Wow, this city really is quite in the morning.

I did some research while I was eating and quickly found the nest of the Werewolfpack.
It was an old factory where no one lives or works, it's a bit from downtown but I can easily drive there. I decided to go there before night so I can kill them off all at once, before they kill another innocent soul.

As I walk out I was able to take a little look at the computer screen from the guy who's back was facing me, but I wasn't able to read a single word because the other guy kept looking at me with a weird Face. I could still feel his eyes following me, while I was getting in my car.

The sheriff called me again „hey, listen, the coroner told me he found a hair inside her guts. She couldn't tell what animal or who it was so it is not really helping, but there was an ATM what was able to film the whole situation."
Oh no, I really don't need someone to keep asking questions about a weird looking human on tape. „Nice to hear, finally some good news," nope, nope, nop," I will do some research. Call me if there's something new." The whole day I was busy with checking my guns and fill them with bullets. Of course I had a machete but I don't want to hurt them. It should be quick and painless, like a shot in the head.

Finally it was afternoon, so I packed my bag and hit the road. I saw the factory but also people who were walking into the factory. They looked really familiar but I couldn't tell from where I know them.

I walked inside, as the first werewolf ran towards me. A shot in the head and he fell on the ground, lifeless. More and more werewolves kept coming towards me. I killed all of them, but I would lie when I say that I am not hurt. One of the Werewolfes scratched my arm and it really hurts when I move it.
I was in some kind of old office when I killed the last Werewolf I could find. After a few minutes staring at the bodies, I fell on the ground, pressing my bandana on my wound. The white turned into red really fast.
Suddenly, hear footsteps and two guys whisper. I heard a shotgun that was being loaded and I knew exactly who or more what it was. Hunters. I need to leave NOW. Other hunters can't see me, I don't want them to know who I am. I saw a window and fleed.

I jumped, luckily I was in the first floor. „Dammit". Pressing my body onto the wall I looked up. Two guys where looking out the window without seeing me, but wait. I know them.

Crap, the two guys from the diner were hunters.