So I finally did it. Have started an original work. which I’m currently quite pleased about. Thank you @strwxberrymilk for giving my confidence a boost. Here is a snippet from Chapter One.
I remembered my first werewolf kill. My father had been proud of me that day too. We’d laid an ambush. Why werewolves drove cars rather than ran, I could never understand. Probably to try and fit in. That's not to say they didn't run in wolf form sometimes. Mostly though when travelling from city to city they drove. By the time he saw the stinger, it was too late. Tyres ripped to shreds and his car not going anywhere. When he’d emerged from the car, he’d known it was an ambush. He’d shifted there and then, into a big black wolf, twice the size of a normal one.
Father had given me a crossbow for my fourteenth birthday. I had coated the bolt tips in Wolfsbane. It was illegal to grow or possess the plant, the penalty for that was death. Unless you lived on the fringe, then it was a must have. Silver was scarce. Silver and Wolfsbane, the only two things that could take a werewolf down.
I had fired my crossbow, the bolt had hit the wolf in the shoulder. My father was so proud of me at that moment. He hugged me, and my brothers stood there, patting me on the back.
We’d walked over to where the wolf was laying on the ground, he was groaning, hurt. I didn't feel sorry for him, he was the enemy. They never took prisoners, why should we! When my father handed me the axe, I swung it hard, slicing through the beasts neck without hesitation. It took two attempts, and it was dead. My face was spattered in the beasts blood. First blood, my father had called it. He had stood behind me, gripping my shoulders, as the wolf shifted back into a man. His head separated from his body.
“Look at him, Erin. Always remember, they may look like us, but they’re monsters!”