The next day we started working on finding the supposed werewolf. Some of us did, anyway. Dad had Jensen and Katey working on fighting techniques together while Jared and I did all the research in the newspapers and journal. Jared didn’t seem to mind, though, and it was nice to have an easy job.
There had been sightings on and off for the last few months, each around the full moon. There were three bodies that had been found, and probably more that they hadn’t found. Each had been torn apart, almost like a rabid bear attack, but with no actual signs of bears.
By the end of the day Jared and I had a pretty good idea of where the thing was holing up and dad decided that we would take care of the beast the next morning. So after a good night’s sleep, we geared up and headed out to waste the monster.
Jared had figured that it had taken residence in the small grove of trees just outside of town, which was near where the three attacks had taken place. It was secluded, and just what a werewolf would want.
Dad parked the car near by, and we all got out. I didn’t like the idea of the kids going on hunts with us, but I had to admit, they could take care of themselves just fine. They would probably be a big help, so I didn’t voice my opinion.
I did, however, voice the opinion that something wasn’t right. There weren’t all the usual signs of a werewolf, like scraped trees, and even though it was mid morning, the very air had an ominous quality to it. It was disconcerting, to say the least.
But we pressed on, deeper in to the grove, and we soon found the place where the werewolf made it’s home. It was pretty empty for a werewolf nest, but there was one decomposing body torn apart and thrown everywhere. Definitely the spot.
We split up into two groups, dad and the boys, and Katey and me. It was a little uneven, but that comes with having an odd numbered family. Katey stuck close, and I could tell she was nervous. It wasn’t her first hunt, but she must have felt there was something wrong as well.
We didn’t get very far before we started hearing screaming. I hesitated, listening and trying to find the source, before realizing that it was coming from behind us and recognizing the voices as dad, Jensen, and Jared.
Horrified, I did some quick thinking before dashing backwards to their rescue. “Get up there,” I told Katey, pointing at a large tree nearby with branches low enough for her to reach. “Don’t get down until I come get you.” Katey nodded and hurried over to the tree, while I turned and sprinted towards where we had come from.
The screaming stopped abruptly, and I worried I was going to be too late. I quickly caught up to them, and found all three crumpled on the ground. For one terrifying second I thought they were dead. Jensen had a large slash across his chest and dad was bleeding from a head wound. But after I checked them, I was relieved to find they were just unconscious.
I felt a sting on the back of my neck and as I whirled around to see Keith Nolan grinning at me, I felt woozy. I took a step forward, then collapsed, fading into blackness.