It was a chilly winter day. The wind was strong

and howling as the snow flurry begins to fall.

A woman wrapped in a thick winter coat made her

way hurriedly down a beaten path toward the

village. Her heart was pounding in her

breast, for there was talk about a maurading wolf

in the area.

A werewolf ,

This was substantiated when the villagers saw to

their horror and amazement that the wolf paws

they were following had changed into footprints

in the snow  heading toward the village.

They became suspicious of each other.

The werewolf had already killed six people

disembowelling them with fury and the villagers

were afraid to go out. A hunting party was

formed ,but the wolf was elusive and always kept

one step ahead of them, so they decided to hire a

professional hunter named Parker who then set

traps in the woods around the village and waited.

 ***

The woman hastens her steps. Out of sight of

from her untrained eye, is a sleek gray creature. He

watches without blinking as his unsuspecting prey

hurries across the field without a clue that she is

being watched.

He waits as she moves across the ground.towards

him

Watching,

Waiting,

She gets closer, 

Patience, not yet .he thought.

He can't afford to let this opportunity slip

through his claws.  If he were to leave his position

now he could lose his advantage on her. The

slightest movement of muscle could give him

away.

His ears perk . He readies himself for the attack.

His heart is beating faster and faster.

He can hear his blood rushing through his veins.

She gets closer.

He positions his hind feet under his strong

muscular body for leverage

He tensed himself for the leapl.

The moment is almost here.

He tensed his leg muscles. Eyes fixed on the target

NOW ! he thought

She saw the huge body hurling towards she

screams

His huge form sails through the air as if in slow

motion towards her, his orange eyes blazing, his

lips curling back in a snarl as he opened his

mouth , showing long yellow fangs.

 A loud shot rang out.shattering the

silence.

The impact of the silver bullet caught

him flush in

his furry chest spinning him around in

mid air and

he fell heavily in the snow at the

woman’s feet .

His muscles went into involuntary

spasms as his

blood spread quickly over the snow.

The woman fainted.

"Looks like we got here just in

time."said Parker

the hunter to his companion

"Yeah, and not a bit too late."

replied his

companion staring at the twitching

creature.

Then the transformation began as the

two hunters

looked on in amazement.

"Damn !, cried Parker, " No wonder we

couldn’t

find him."

The werewolf slowly changed into the

village

preacher who had arrived a month

earlier in the

village.

Later that night ,Parker was in his

cabin, the moon

was rising. Feeling a terrible heat

filling his body,

he ripped off his shirt and rushed to

the window and stared at the full moon

and began transforming into a huge

grey, hideous werewolf !

Parker had figured that the village was too small

for two werewolves.