Howl at the moon: story of a lone wolf

Charles is deep in the forest, tracking a deer, when he hears a familiar howling sound coming from the trees. He halts, and slowly raises his rifle, scanning the trees for movement. Then, he sees it - a werewolf, standing tall and majestic, with glowing yellow eyes. Charles knows that he's in danger, but he doesn't care. This was his job.. He didn't want to shoot at it as it was against orders but still held on tight to his rifle. He watches carefully as it turns and disappears into the trees. Charles immediately reaches for the mountain ash in his pocket and follows carefully behind. He watches the werewolf disappear into the trees and quickens his steps. Like always, he feels the urge to follow it and hopes that this time he doesn't lose it or get lost. Having started hunting for the past ten years, Charles had never seen werewolves who were as cunny and fast as those of white oak. He had gathered much information about how they operated, the various packs, and all but had never been able to catch any which was unlike him since he was one of the best hunters back at the agency And that was why he was sent to white oak. A little but deadly town on the city's outskirts. The little town of White Oak was amid a terrible plague. Every month, on the night of the full moon, someone would go missing. When their bodies were found, they were torn to shreds, as if by some wild animal. The townspeople were terrified, and they sought help from every corner. But no one could find the beast responsible for these murders. When the AGHA was reached out to, Charles was quickly chosen. Although capable, Charles thought about the possible dangers that his only child would be prone to having lost his wife and her mother some years back, he had promised himself that he would always protect Sierra, and bringing her along with him to white oak was definitely dangerous. But he couldn't leave her. Even Sierra wouldn't want to either. But he had no choice, He was posted and he had to carry out the responsibility of the Argent family business; A hunting agency. The Argent Global Hunting Agency has been hunting supernatural creatures for generations, and they're considered one of the most powerful families in the supernatural world. Charles, being a skilled hunter, was devoted to protecting the people of white oak from danger and hence he followed on. Sierra. I stayed up late as usual waiting for Dad to return. I knew what he was obviously up to. "Wolf hunting" All my life, I had never seen one before, Dad had told me stories about them, How they survive, and most especially how they cause havoc. He never failed to always mention how disastrous and evil werewolves were, And hence I had made me take precautions When Mum was alive she nicknamed me "Silver" because of the amount of silver Dad made me wear. Ranging from various silver headbands to necklaces to bangles, rings, and even leg chains. Indeed I really earned the name. I even had to walk with pieces of silver in my pocket, backpack, and any other bag at all. According to him, werewolves couldn't stand silver, wolves bane, and mountain ash. But a sixteen-year-old girl walking around with a flower or even ashes could arouse suspicions. So, silver was indeed a perfect cover. Due to how often Dad had always had to move, adjusting to a new environment had never been an issue for me, although not a social butterfly, I didn't find it difficult to make friends at all. People usually liked me initially. And hence, I had a positive feeling about my new school too. My new classmates were all nice and welcoming even the seniors liked me already. According to them, new students didn't usually enroll often so I guess they were happy to see a new face. But in all, as Dad said, I was very careful. He always reminded me that werewolves could also be students. They were mostly omegas since they were still teenagers. I nodded but still mingled with all who wanted to be friends with me. I was already invited to a party next week. Now, I just needed Dad's permission. Which was one of the reasons I was up late as I knew he would be out by the time I woke up tomorrow morning. As I sit still in the sitting room still waiting for him, I struggle between sleep and staying awake. I glanced at the wall clock and noticed that it was almost midnight. Very late indeed!! and I was already tired. My eyes were drooping, my head bobbing while I tried to stay awake, but it was no use - I dozed off and started to dream that I'm in the living room, and the front door opens. Mum is there, smiling at me. She looks different - more beautiful and flawless. She walks over to me, and I run to her and jump into her arms. She swings me around and we're both laughing. It was the happiest and shortest moment ever. Then, I feel myself starting to wake up. I open my eyes, and I'm still in the living room. The clock says it's much later than it was before, and I start to worry. Where is Dad, and when will he be home? I still sit there in the dim light of the living room, listening for any sound of Dad coming home. But there's only silence. I start to imagine all the bad things that could have happened - he could have gotten in an accident or he could have been mugged by werewolves. My imagination starts to run wild, and I feel like I'm about to cry. Then, I hear the sound of the front door opening, and I jump up. It's Dad, and he's smiling! He looks a little tired, but he's still Dad. I ran to him and gave him the biggest hug ever. "Where were you?" I asked immediately I pulled away "I'm so sorry I worried you," he says, kissing me on the forehead "There was an emergency that I had to attend to. I didn't want to wake you up when I got home, but I should have known you'd be worried." I look up at him, feeling relieved and happy to have him home safely. "It's okay, Dad. I'm just glad you're here now," I say, giving him another hug. "How about some hot chocolate?" "That sounds perfect," he says, smiling. And we walked together to the kitchen chatting happily.