“Go My children of the moon” He preached his hands spread out towards the glorious full moon hanging over head. Before him they snapped and snarled as their clothes were shredded to ribbons and screams replaced by howls. “Tonight we feast, dance in the moonlight and paint with the blood of our prey!” The howling filled the decrypted old barn as the old looking man wearing a pale shroud resembling the very moonlight itself. Stood by smiling at his pack, the half beast half men monstrosities continued to growl and snap in anticipation. They all looked like large dogs with their long snouts, but unlike your average dog these had long human like hands and feet with long black claws on each finger and toe. They each stood roughly 8 feet tall on their hind legs and were about 5 on all fours.

The door to the barn screeched open with a ghastly scream as two dark hooded figures pulled on a rope hanging up in the loft. The werewolves howled at the dazzling full moon high in the sky visable through the opening in the barns roof. It had been formed when the rough had caved in. The children of the moon darted out of the opening into the dark night ahead of them. The scents carried on the wind caught in their powerful noses leading them to unsuspecting victims.

Mark Hammel sat by the warm glow of the fire. His wife for 20 years lay fast asleep in their small two person tent. He feared she had caught a cold swimming in the creek. It made him feel bad since she hadn’t wanted to come with him on this trip anyway. He sighed as he listened to the crackle and hiss of the fire. It was a very peaceful night, and the forests of Aberdeen Gardens Washington were silent. He didn’t think anything of it. The fire’s soft glow continue’d as it slowly died down until only the hot burning embers were left.

That’s when he saw it. The light gray figure drifting in and out of the trees. Mark shook his head in disbelief. He must’ve been tired. The creature looked to him like it was very large and on all fours. Bears didn’t live in this region as far as he knew, plus with the fire no bear would get that close. Mark knew he must have been tired and was seeing things. Right as he was rising from his folding chair to go to sleep he heard it. The heavy panting the snapping of branches and the giant gray creature dive over the burning embers, it was over before he could scream as the long teethfilled snout snapped around his face, and ravaged it as the wolf jerked its head side to side shredding it. Another wolf darted past the gray one which had already started feasting on Mark’s corpse. It bolted for the tent’s mesh screen door, and with one swipe of its powerfull claws it was through the door. Mrs Hammel shrieked out as the beasts long fangs sank into the muscle of her thigh. Tearing a large chunk away. She screamed and kicked frantickly at hit. Her bare foot smacking its nose again and again till another clawed hand tore through the tent wall by her head. The claws tearing deep into her chest, and the head of another werewolf ripping through the thin hemp canvas and sinking the long glistening fangs into her larynx tearing it from her throat. They howled as the blood oozed out of the tent spilling out onto the cold ground.

Alex peaked up from underneath her covers to see the large glowing eyes staring at her from beyond her window. She pulled the covers higher over her head to hide again, as whatever lurked outside growled, a low rumbling from deep within its throat. “Lynne?” Alex asked alarmed as the animal on the otherside of the small glass window stood upright revealing its full height. The entire wall began to vibrate and a long clawed hand reached out and pressed firmly against the window. The little girl who had only just turned 5 slipped off of her bed onto the floor on the opposite side so as the creature couldn’t see her. She crawled slowly listening to the loud sniffing and growling coming from outside. Her door was cracked letting the lights from the hall shine in. She got closer and creaked the door open slowly and slipped out into the hall.

“Daddy” Alex whispered shaking the snoring body of her father Dan. He snored loudly and didn’t budge. “Daddy!” Alex shrieked right next to his ear. “What” Dan grumbled annoyed by the 5 year olds wake up call. “What’s wrong alex.” Glass shattered from somewhere in the house “There was a monster outside” Alex said as Dan crawled out of bed.

“m-m-m-m-m-m-m that’s so good babe” Travis said as he drove down the darkened highway. One hand on the wheel the other on his girlfriend head which was bobbing up and down in-between his legs. He tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure. He was unable to see the black figure bolt into the road. As it smashed into the hood of his truck crunching the metal and sending his girlfriend Miranda out the windshield into the street. Travis’s head smashed against the stearing wheel. He groaned as he tried to move. He couldn’t it hurt to much for him to even attempt it. Something whimpered outside. He assumed it was Miranda. Travis couldn’t think clearly his thoughts fuzzy from the impact. The whimper turned into a heavy panting. It reminded Travis of a dog after a run or a game of fetch. Something leaped onto the hood of the car with a thud. Faintly he could make out the sounds of something scratching against the metal. He could smell something foul in the cab of his truck, and hot hair blowing against his ear. Then everything went black.

The young male werewolf tore Travis’s corpse from the truck. The neck of the body locked tightly in it’s jaws. A howl could be heard in the distance and several other howls answered it and the night was filled with the symphony of the wolf pack. The wolf dropped down from the hood standing up right. Holding it’s kill in it’s mouth. The wolf had long brown fur and a powerful chest and forearms. It dropped down onto all fours as it carried Travis towards the other body. The girl had died instantly when her head skidded across the concrete. The wolf licked at a chunk of brain that had been scraped off by the street. Snap, a branch broke to it’s right and the wolf immediately leaped over it’s kill and snarled at the approaching intruder. A pair of Dark blue eyes stared back at him through the breaks in the trees. The werewolf Growled menacingly bearing its teeth. Something chuckled in the darkness. The Wolf stood on it’s hind legs, puffing it’s chest out as much as possible and roared making the tree’s rustle and shiver. “Down boy” came a soft smooth voice from among the trees. The voice chuckled again. The wolf snarled and hissed, and tilted his head back. It was sudden, it darted from among the trees. Its fangs sliced the werewolf’s head clean off as it darted past. All that could be seen was a faint glint of golden hair.

Dan slowly creped down the long hallway, in his hands he held a thin wooden baseball bat.  He turned the knob to a door located at the end of the hall on the right.  The living room was rather well lit thanks to the light of the full moon shinning in through the window.  A gust of wind blew through one of the shattered window panes chilling Dan.  He wrapped his arms around himself shivering.  Alex peaked from the doorway into the room.  Dan moved closer to the window being careful not to step on any glass with his bare feet.

The night was peaceful, and was tranquil outside.  Dan cursed and switched on a lamp sitting next to the window and walked to the phone sitting on a small table by the couch.  Dan pressed a few buttons and waited while the phone rang.  “Hello Sheriff Walter,  It’s Dan, someone just tried to break into my house.  No someone just broke the windown, and my daughter was saying something about a monster outside her window.  No Alex Not Lynette she’s still asleep I think.”  Dan shrugged “It’s probably just some kids running around.  I’ll get the shotgun, and, a-w-w-w-“  Dan whined  “always gotta ruin my fun.  Well ok we’ll wait here for you to send someone to look around.  Okay see you then.”  Dan sighed and glanced over his shoulder at the broken window.  “Stupid kids” he muttered.

Jeff shone the flashlight along the banks.  He had just heard something moving through the woods.  It sounded big to him.  The tip of his rod jerked down and the bell rang loudly in the night.  “Oh”  Jeff dropped the flashlight, onto the floor of his bass fishing boat and grabbed the rod.  Quickly removed the bell and yanked back on it setting the hook.  The line jerked right and left,  Darting back and fourth. “Wow it’s huge”  Jeff exclaimed as he struggled against the monster he had caught.  It had to be a sturgeon he thought.  He pulled back on the pole, and fell back as the line snapped.  “aw damn”  Jeff sulked as a howl echoed in the distance.  Jeff looked around confused “wolves?”

Lynette rolled over onto her side as the first rays of sunlight shone through her window directly onto her face.  Her lovely long brown hair lay stretched across her pillow from tossing and turning all night.  She was having a dream, but she couldn’t remember what it was about.  She sheepishly opened her eyes with a yawn.  She looked around on her bed.  Usually her 5 year old sister slept in her room.  She was very accustomed to waking up with Alex clung tightly to her, or kicking her off the bed, or her pretty red hair lying on her face.  Lynette yawned again as she dragged herself out of bed.

The deer hung lifelessly in his arms.  His glistening white fangs sunk deep into his jugular.  The light broke through the high canopy reflecting off his pale white skin.  He was handsome with his long blonde hair and his deep blue eyes.  He was dressed in a long shroud as dark as the darkest of nights.