#sam laskaris

[dandylion240]

The ground shook beneath his feet knocking him down. Rolling to the side as trees fell around him. The screams intensified as did the howls. He hoped that meant their prey had gotten free or was still fit enough to fight. The sudden silence was worse than the screams.

When the ground stopped shaking, he found several werewolves pinned beneath fallen trees. Many were motionless and would hunt no more. His attention focused on a bleeding human lying motionless a few feet from where he stood.

[dandylion240]

Cautiously Sam stepped from his patrol car. Frowning at the tree laying across the road. His heart was beating rapidly at how close he had come to being smashed beneath it.

Even with his werewolf strength he couldn’t move it. It wouldn't do any good either. The front tires were flat along with everything under the hood. Smoke billowed from beneath it.

Leaning through the driver’s door he reached for the car’s radio. Hitting the call button several times hoping for something more than static. Mumbling to himself he tossed the useless radio aside before starting his long walk back to Moonlight Falls. It was just his luck he’d drawn the furthest beat from town when a tree decided to fall on his car.

[dandylion240]

He’d been hoping to find a trace of the renegade pack of werewolves that had been hunter humans. It made sense they’d need a certain amount of privacy. The outskirts of Moonlight Falls was perfect hunting grounds.

Like all werewolves he liked to hunt. It’s what made him a good police officer. What he didn’t understand was hunting for sport. This renegade pack had to be stopped before they brought the human authorities to their supernatural refuge.

The screams shattered his thoughts and the silence of the night. Growls and howls followed the screams and he knew the pack was hunting. From the sounds of it they had also ran their quarry to ground. Pulling his gun from its holster he stalked the hunters.