The howls of the werewolves cut through the night. The winds swirl, and I hide behind the bushes, cowering in fear. I should've never come here, to this wretched place in Canada. They were just offering me a good job, and I didn't know that I would have to deal with made up characters.
But they're real.
I peak over the bush a little, and make out 3 shapes, which resembles a man yet is scrunched over, has yellow eyes that glint in the dark, and fur that reeks of animal fur. They have snouts, and as they bare their teeth, I see blood covering their teeth. I shiver, and look at the dead people that surround their feat. RIP them, and maybe me in a few minutes.
I'm as terrified as hell right now.
I look up at the moon. It's not a full moon, nothing close, and yet they still transformed. It doesn't make sense, but I guess that books can be wrong sometimes. There are also the vampires, that are roaming the town right now.
I start to slowly creep away, but one of the werewolves jerk their head up into the air. Sniffs once, then twice, and lowers his head. Stares straight at where I'm hiding. I gulp, stop right in my tracks. The thing bares his teeth, growls, and charges.
Straight at me.