I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling was that when she charged me her body shifted – and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body she was a girl again. That’s about the time I went into shock… And that was the moment he showed up. Now all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One Werewolves do exist. And Two I was born to kill them.
