Wolf's Bane

n a deca

know we shouldn’t be outside at this hour!” A teenager Jack hi

hnically not even outside the house, I’m just s

ow they tell us those sto

ou really believe that it is possible that something like a werewolf exists? I

ean that you just can do whatever, sis… Plea

itor, Jack, you know that? And

er and I’m supposed

hingles and down to the ledge. It took all of her self-control and balance just s

her to jump in, still serious whi

’t you too young

ounger than you. And I’m not grum

he door, then started to walk away. “Remember what I s

stairs. Their parents ran out of their room that was right next door.

ck, protect your m

Fath

m. The door closed behind them, and Jack stood with his back glued to it. In front o

t, things falling down, a scream, an

t was

e air was more unnerving

re were sounds of growling, sof

d all over town? Those that his friends repeated to scare one anothe

les got white as he grabbed the doorknob with all his streng

his stomach, making his col

was he s

he head of the family to go back to them, and tell

angry, and vio

rst floor, pressed by the weight of something tha

!” Jack whispered, rushing to the ladies,

lf against it again. The second step creaked, and then the third, and

with all their beings, almost with blind, irrational faith, that it was he that was just outside the door…

they had no idea on how to

A

atever was now right at the other side of the do

oodcurdling, angry,

ed in just a bl

he room. A monster with huge claws and fangs stood tall, about

monster sniffed the air and with one paw grabbed one corner of the bed, then shoved it high in the air as if it was a weight

the blood that was on the creatu

ll, the legend said that no regular bullet could kill them. It didn’t matter too that the teena

re now thumping

he window. As if barely caring about her, he curled over the g

due to all the pain and bruises on his body. He stumbled to the window and tried to se

the cries of his mother as she ran to her husband, checking if he w

st’s trail of blood. But even as he shuffled out, his father entered t

r back!” Tears started to fall down the younger man’s face

gged his son tightly against him. They both cried grieving tear

e, but knowing that his father would

r girl was now lost, but happy that there were survivors in her fa

o go after a werewolf, would have stigmatized their family for

at for the sake of their son a

they did not hold that against him and unconditiona

ould stay

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