Searing pain. Blood everywhere. Then nothing. Darkness. Was I dead? No, I could feel everything still, all the pain, everything amplified by a power somewhere in the thousands. But I was alive, and that was something.

But all that happened almost a hundred years ago. Now a days, things are different, boring even. But when you’re a werewolf, life isn’t as glorious as it seems. I’m almost a hundred and ten, and I don’t look a day over twenty five. Never bothered with relationships, female weres are few and far between, and I know I’ll outlive any human girl by a long shot, which I’d rather not go through. I mean, finding love is one thing, finding love and having to watch your love grow old and die while you stay young, that’s something entirely different.

Lately though, things have been rather interesting, a man has started putting bounties on us weres, and anyone who kills one of us lines their pockets easily. That being said, people from all over have started hunting weres, even some werewolves hunt others for the bounty. Although the risks are high, they hunt us, of course many, scratch that, most, die, we werewolves are damn hard to kill. But, I guess I should get on with the story. My names Darren, no last name, nothing else, just Darren.

My friend Marcus and I ran through the forest, full wolf, both of us.

“Don’t these hunters ever give up?” He asked, giving me a big wolfish grin.

“In your dreams maybe, but out here in the real world, the answer is regrettably no.”

He laughed at my comeback “Perhaps, my friend, but we can always beat them.”

We kept running full speed, leading the hunters into our trap. Silver bullets flew past us.

“Wow,” I said  “these guys actually think silver helps.”

We both laughed as we rounded the path, heading towards a dead end. They thought they had us, they were dead wrong.

Marcus and I ran straight at the cliff face, the hunters close on our tails as we jumped through the trees at the last second. The hunters instantly spun around into to see three hundred pounds of pissed off were wolf coming at them. That was Marcus, me, I ran at them from behind. It was over in seconds, flashing fangs and claws, a few gun shots, and then silence.