The Werewolf Chronicles
You stay where you are, with a wooden club in hand, waiting for whoever or whatever to come crashing through the door. A moment passes, then two, but not a sound. You feel your heart beating wildly and you feel it pulsating in your temples. You hear that blood-curling howl again. What the hell is it? Where is that howl coming from? From the corner of your eye you notice a dark hulking figure at the window.
"Holy Shit!" you scream with the utmost terror, as you swing around to see what's standing there. A silver haired werewolf stands before you growling ferociously and salivating.
CRASH!
Splinters of wood come flying towards you as the werewolf, with enormous strength, smashes though the frame of the window with its powerful arms and comes crashing though into the hut.
"Holy Shit!" you scream with the utmost terror, as you swing around to see what's standing there. A silver haired werewolf stands before you growling ferociously and salivating.
CRASH!
Splinters of wood come flying towards you as the werewolf, with enormous strength, smashes though the frame of the window with its powerful arms and comes crashing though into the hut.