noxiouslycan. “On it.” I grumbled, finishing the last sip of my beer as I went over the short brief that one of the hunters left me. Lycan; rare, it sounded like fun. It sounded like the perfect distraction. Turning the ignition, and starting the engines, I set a course to the string of murders. Werewolves were hard to kill, being almost invulnerable besides silver. I had a silver pocket knife, and a round or two, at the ready in my pocket. I had to be prepared, I was doing it alone. Arriving at the crime-scene, I wasn't too far when I had set off, allowing me to get there relatively fresh. Changed in my suit and tie, I confronted the sheriff. “What's the story?” “Animal maulin' it seems, had their hearts half-eaten.” “Any leads?” “Not many...there ain't no wolf dens nearby.” “Thank you, Sheriff.” I responded, giving the body a once over before retiring to the impala, I was gonna start fresh in the morning.
