it was unlike her to be so careless. she’d spent so many years looking after beacon that she should of seen the signs. the police were on alert, the people talking of brutal animals attacks. five dead so far. her senses should of told her that it wasn’t just some animal, but werewolves unlike her kind. the ones that needlessly kill for sport. she told herself that it wasn’t her business, but here she was in the thick of it, and at the mercy of a hunter.  

          her head lulls to the side as she exhales, fingers wiggling in order to regain some feeling. he had her bound tight to a chair with wires that dug deep into her flesh. she was innocent despite what he believed, and very much wanted the same outcome as him. them dead, and preferably her alive.  

         ‘  how much longer are you going drag this out?  ‘ she questions with a dry tone.  ‘ because it’s  just wasting your time.  ‘  they were still out there, hunting, and there would soon be another innocent victim.