In Love With An Enemy

aist, he wore a black leather belt containing his dagger, a grenade, night vision goggles, and other portable equipment. His long black sleeve was covered by

orite cross bag, laced with Wolfsbane, tightly in her right hand. Her long blonde hair was

allowing us to blend into the night

em aggressive and uncontrollable. It drew them out of their hiding

ther's command, "Let's go." He closed the trunk, took the driver's seat, and invited, "Let's go." M

a fight, but if necessary, this truck never failed us. Its sturdy tires navigated uneven terrain effor

ouds. I saw raindrops slowly sliding down the car window. My father

opened the trunk and retrieved his gear. Slung his crossbow around his neck, he loaded his rif

would follow, and I would bring up the rear with my pistol. In case we were forced t

eyes, we began our meticulous search fo

r beneath a large rock. My dad cautiously lifted his head, aiming his rifle in the werewolf's direction. He peered through his scope, carefully adjusting h

hin seconds. This meant that any creature hit by

tigate," my father instructed, moving t

raised our heads and saw that our father was facing an entire pack of werewolv

d with the creature, struggling to prevent its fangs from reaching my neck. Using my left hand to restrain the wolf's n

. I had only three bullets left, so I made each shot count. I fired one to protect my

gasping for breath. My father rushed tow

ine. I just need a

my dad remarked, wal

to its injuries at a distance. My father collected the bodies, which had reverted to a human-

he bodies with gasoline. My sister and I sat on the ground as our father ignit

w these supernatural creatures had taken my mother. I breath

o avenging his wife. He believed that by eliminating them all, The Alpha would be forced

d unfazed, seemingly un

done here," my father said, return

e, hugged me, and said, "Tha

her and replied,

sister said, headin

had felt before the hunt had transformed into a sens