ta Highlander. His presence was marked by his attire - a blue shirt and blue knickerbockers. His wrinkled sk

ro," as he climbed down the s

embrace, my uncle said, "Yo

change me?" m

ll come on in," my uncle ca

breathe in the tight embrace of my uncle. I wond

med, slightly. "We need to go

ed and walked int

ch and said, "I was certain Joh

ket right now," my father defended, reclining on a couch.

now," I said, quickly

y uncle said, "Hold up. Don't

my sister

me not to give you beer because of your he

my life," my uncle scoffed.

d my walk to

. Upon his retirement, he ventured into farming. Though he made most of his income from Wolfsbane

ad three adult children. Just like her husband, Deborah had her own enterprise - a hospital. Since they lived in a small town,

like my dad, he was angry that his sister-in-law got murdered. On th

o the glass. I took my seat near my sister afterwards. My uncle sipped the whole cup of water and asked, "Where were we?" He cleared his thro

to go hunting, thoug

" my uncle countered. "I've got the girls som

ncle," my sister exp

e his kindness, my uncle

dad said. "Come on, kids. Let's

father opened the trunk. There were loads of boxes. M

ctually got us real presents for th

me family," I sa

t's unload the trunk

eived weapons as birthday presents for their kids. I guess the grown-ups ski

backpacks, a medical kit, survival kit, body armors, GPS units,

but I remembered that my mom's killer was still out there, roaming freely. I persisted, burning with an intense desire for just

else, got dressed in his battle dress uniform - a black sophisticated camouflage that enabled him to blend into the n

s and the gear we needed in the field. My sister and I, after we had finished dressing in similar outfits, sat in the back

your communication devices

o," everyone

today's hunt is going to be di

ets laced with wolfsbane, along with daggers and pistols. Each person had their own survival kit in case s

we're good,"

e it," my un

at the back, relentlessly searching for any unusual movement. Our mission was to

juvenate our bodies, we drank some water from our survival kits. When my uncle spo

one," my uncle com

ks on trees, breathing heav

dn't find the wolf. He stood up in amazement, searc

e world," my

d the snarling of werewolves. My family and I immediately

d," Emma said, slowl

is feet when the wolf he h

my father yelled. "Emma an

ly falling off the cliff, my gun was dislodged from my hand when a wolf jumped on my chest. Falling through t

y chest, but I lost consciousness