Overview

The huntsman finds these creatures for a living. The evil, the depraved. The monsters who suck life from the living and spit back out rage and hatred. Then he finds one. A wolf stalking the woods right outside his own cabin. Drawn to him, the man watches night after night.

Until the hunter becomes the hunted and the wolf brings him home.

The wolf moved through the woods. A blur of fur against trees in the darkness. The only offering to the man’s eyes was the half crescent moon high above. Even the stars seemed to have hidden themselves from this creature of the night.

Still, the wolf knew where it was and the man was able to track him with hardly a step of his own. One tree, perhaps two, spinning around as necessary. It wasn’t until the third or fourth movement of this waltzing dance that he realized what was happening.