Hi guys, I´m still heartbroken..and sad... there are some spoilers out there, so I guess ,no agentreign for us.. BUT I love them anyways ,forever! (A little ...

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Hi guys, I´m still heartbroken..and sad... there are some spoilers out there, so I guess ,no agentreign for us.. BUT I love them anyways ,forever! (A little ...
Sam was on his own for this hunt. Everything that he had read up on about this case convinced him that he was after a werewolf. He loaded up on silver bullets and a blade were tucked away on his person so that when the time came he would be able to take them out. He sets out to find this wolf, prepared for a fight.
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"Did you hear about the highway? There was like, some crazy occult shit or something. Blood everywhere." It had only been a deer. This time. At some point it was going to be more serious than an eviscerated deer and some teeth in his pocket. Don't ask him why he woke up with deer teeth in his pocket, he didn't know! He couldn't throw them away though. He lived in an apartment! What if someone found out? What was he supposed to say? "Yeah, it's weird, I have a hunting license" He didn't, but that was irrelevant. "and teeth and a couple of organs are way more interesting than your regular trophy! The deer just fell off the back of the truck." It was a nightmare, even in his head.
'How many people really go looking through the trash to find deer teeth? Let alone link it to a cheap apartment complex?' His thoughts asked, giving the thought of an eye-roll . . . He ignored them, clocking out and walking home, fiddling with the teeth in his pocket. What was he going to do? Was this all a cruel joke that he was playing on himself? He could laugh about it sometime late at night, maybe with a bottle of whiskey and a sad song. He sighed, stooping to pet a stray that he begun following him. "Good dog. Good dog. Go on, find yourself a home, okay? I can't keep you." No matter how much he wanted to. He couldn't afford a dog! No matter how much he wanted a pack! Alex looked away whenever a car passed him, wondering if they could tell he was trying to lose the stray without being mean. 'It's just paranoia. It's just paranoia.' He thought, quickly locking the dog out of the building and booking it to his apartment.
He slammed the door behind him. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck me!" Alex threw his bag aside, wishing it had broken something rather than landing on a chair with a heavy 'thud' "I hate myself, I hate myself, stupid-" He sighed. "Fucking deer." He whispered, shaking his head.
By Your Side: Alex&Sam
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