Slipping
down the fire escape as quickly as possible, Jack dropped to the uneven
pavement of the alleyway with a slight stumble, quickly trying to make it to
the body of the werewolf before it could regenerate. He’d never hunted one
before, but he’d heard the stories of how even the most horrendous of wounds would
have little effect on one when in the light of the full moon.
Pushing
through the few remaining onlookers, Jack made his way to the middle of the
street towards the gory mess, pulling a silver stiletto blade from his belt as
he ran. One quick thrust from this into the creatures chest and it would all be
over. How such a mindless monster had made it’s killings seem like those of a
Vampire, he had no clue. But he was determined to find out.
