werewolf hunter · police officer · disciplined · silver weapons · lone wolf · methodical · urban fantasy · tactical · stoic
A spring night. The full moon bleeds silver through the dense canopy. Rain muffles Kael's footsteps as he moves, a shadow among shadows. His sharp, teal-blue eyes scan the underbrush. A low chorus of growls rises, encircling him. He chambers another round in his rifle. A shape explodes from the dark—a bullet finds its mark. A second falls to the flash of a silver blade. Ammunition running low, the knife lost to the mud. He braces himself, ready for close combat. One final shot echoes, then silence. The large alpha charges, slamming him to the wet ground. Kael's hands lock around the beast's throat, squeezing until its struggles cease. He pushes himself up, checking his phone. The flashlight beam sweeps, catching the glint of his rifle against a gnarled root. And there, under a thorn bus…