The man watched from shadows outwards, the as the young girl skipped hurriedly along the street towards him. He doubted that she would be able to see him, only a fraction of his body obtruding from wall that shrouded him in darkness. He glanced up at the sky, a mix of vivid oranges and pinks, the sun setting on the horizon. He would have to be quick. The last thing he needed was to still be in the town as night fell. He readied himself and counted the seconds until she would be right in front of him. ”5…4…3… the man muttered under his breath, the final seconds quickly passing soon after. Quietly but quickly, the man launched himself at the girl, a large hand covering the girls mouth, his strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist.
“I have some friends that are eager to meet you. I’d say they don’t bite, but….” the man trailed off, a sly grin spreading across his face. Breaking in to a run, he continued to restrain the struggling girl. As he turned a corner, however, he skidded to a halt.
“Drop the girl!” A man shouted, his arm extended with a pistol pointing in the child-thief’s direction. He hesitated, but as a group of five more men emerged from buildings, all wielding weapons of some sort, his mind was made up. Turning, he sprinted the opposite direction, gunshots erupting all around him. The first bullet ripped through his right arm, forcing him to drop the girl, while another two hit him in his left leg. Falling to the ground in agony, he closed his eyes as the skin around his wounds began to burn.
The armed men walked over to him, pulling him up viciously and restraining his arms and legs with large metal chains. “Take him in to the council building. And get the hunters! Quickly!” the leader shouted.
Twenty minutes later, all of the hunters who had arrived at the town that day were seated in front of the captured man, lying flat on the floor, his arms and legs restrained. This was the first time the hunters had met in person, and there was an uneasy feeling to the atmosphere.
“We caught him trying to escape with a girl. We were lucky he had decided to run towards the front gates, or we would not have caught the bastard. The council elder walked over to the man lying on the floor, blood staining the floor from his wounds.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
“One of what?” The man spat, a cocky smile on his face.
“You know what I mean.” The council elder removed his gun from his holster, pointing it at the restrained mans right leg. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. An inhuman scream left his lips as the bullet tearing in to his calf.
“About what? The county fair?”
Another howl of pain left the mans lips as another bullet cut in to the side of his torso. Another two members of the council pulled him on to his feet.
“I’m happy to let you live if you answer my question. Where is your encampment?” The elder lied, the gun pointed straight at the mans head.
“Even if I did tell you, you would have no luck. We were moving again tonight anyway. You’re too late.” He panted.
“Try me, beast.”
A grin spread across the face of the so-called creature as he broke out in to a hysterical laughter.
“Seven or so miles east of here…near Rowland’s Gill…but as I’ve already said…”
He lowered his head.
“You’re too late!”
The man turned, startling the two guards holding him up, and dived towards the window, the glass shattering as his body fell through it in to the courtyard. Everybody in the room, including the hunters stood up and withdrew their weapons, heading towards the window.
The man gazed up at the moon, the pain in his wounds suddenly going numb. Anger coursed through his blood as the muscles in his arms grew larger, his teeth extending in length, the chains around his legs and hands started to strain. In A few seconds, he would be free.
A loud bang echoed through the building. The woflman’s body went slump. His arms shrunk back to their normal size, his hair slowly receding back in to his skin. Blood leaked from his head on to the cold hard stone. The silver bullet had hit him directly in the back of his skull, ripping through the brain.
Back in the council buildings meeting room, the elder holstered his pistol. “ I know you want to head out tonight, but I'd beg you return in the morn to make your plans known to Marcus and therefore, the circle. It would be most appreciated.”
The elder nodded farewell, as he walked in to another room, the starting rain and wind blowing through the shattered window.