#sam laskaris

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.

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.

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.