Michael Evans finished loading the last of the supplies into the back of his truck. Randy had put him in charge of making sure they would have everything they needed for tomorrow night. His father was a farmer and so he had access to most of what they needed. He checked over the list Randy had given him one last time, before closing the tail gate and pulling the blue tarp into place.

He turned and went to close the door of his father's tool shed. He doubted his father would notice anything missing since it was his off season. He snapped the padlock into place and headed back to where he parked. He chuckled to himself as he walked. That Andy freak would never see it coming.

He turned the corner and his truck came into view, but something was off. His truck door was open. He knew he hadn't left it that way. He slowed his pace and cautiously approached the open door. What he saw when he reached it made him jump backwards. In his quickness, he tripped over his own feet and fell backwards, landing on his butt with a thud. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but it was still there. He wasn't seeing things.

Austin Meyers' dead body lay across the seat of his truck. His eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. His mouth hung open and his face held an expression of terror, much like the one now on Michael's face. His skin was paper white and there were two sets of puncture wounds on Austin's neck.

Michael's heart began to race. How had Austin gotten in his truck? He had only been gone a minute or two to lock the tool shed. That wasn't enough time for someone to plant his body in the front seat. Plus Austin would have been dead weight. It would have took an incredible amount of strength to move his body so quickly without making any noise. It wasn't humanly possible.

Before he could fully process all this a car pulled up behind his truck and someone got out. He couldn't see who it was at first because he couldn't see past the blinding headlights. The person moved to the front of their car and looked down at Michael still setting on the ground in shock.
"My name is Detective Jenkins, Mr. Evans. I got a report of questionable activity out here. Would you know anything about that?" The man said as he pulled out and flashed his badge.

What the hell was going on? Had someone planted Austin's body in his truck and then called the cops to get him in trouble? It still didn't make any sense though. How had they done it all so quickly?

"Are you going to answer the question, Mr. Evans?"
"I-I-I don't know." Michael stuttered out.
"You seem nervous, Mr. Evans. Is there a reason for that."

It was then that Michael realized that the detective had been calling him by his name. How had he known that? He hadn't told him. He hadn't even had time to process the situation. Something wasn't right here.

"H-how did you know my name?" he asked.as he stood.
"I think that is the least of your worries right now, Mr. Evans. You should be asking yourself how your friend in the truck over there ended up dead."

A chill made it's way up Michael's spine. The detective hadn't went anywhere near the front of the truck. How did he know Austin was in there? Unless he had put him there.
"It was you." He said accusingly.
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Evans. I don't have the speed or strength to pull that off." He answered with a slight smirk. "I'm only human."

With those words the passenger door of the detective's car opened and someone stepped out. Again the headlights made it impossible to see who it was. It didn't take long to find out because within a second of getting out the person was standing next to the detective.

It was Andy. Michael took a step backwards. His heart was pounding and his eyes were wide with fear.
"But I'm not." Andy said as Michael took another step backwards. "I wouldn't try to run if I were you. It only excites them if you do that." he added.
"W-who?" Michael managed to ask with a sinking feeling.

Andy didn't answer. He pointed just as there came a deep growl from behind him. Michael turned and saw three very large wolves standing there. Their lips pulled back exposing there large teeth. They were all in attack stance.

He whirled back around to face Andy. "Call them off." He pleaded.
"Why should I?" Andy replied
"I haven't done anything to you."
"But you were planning to. Tomorrow night."

His heart felt like it was about to explode. How had he known what they were planning?

There was a snarl as one of the wolves jumped forward. It seized his pant leg and pulled him off his feet. He landed face first on the ground. Blood began to pour from his nose.
"I think they're getting a little impatient there, Michael" Andy said as he lit a cigarette.
"Lucky for you Andy here already fed off your friend." The detective said. "You're bleeding all over the place.

The wolf that had knocked him off his feet now had his foot in it's mouth. It began to shake his foot and he cried out as felt his foot snap. There was a sickening ripping sound as the wolf tore his foot from his body. The other two wolves howled in excitement. First blood had been shed.
"P-please. I-I'm sorry." Michael pleaded.
"It's a little too late for that, Michael. They've already tasted blood and when a werewolf tastes blood, there's no stopping them."

Andy stepped back, pulling the detective with him. As soon as he was out of the way, all three wolves attacked at once. Ripping and pulling. biting and tearing. Part of his hand was ripped away followed by an arm. Blood was pooling around him soaking into the ground like water. He felt his right leg being twisted out of it 's socket. One of the wolves locked it's teeth around the back of his neck. The last thing he heard were howls as he felt his head being twisted and his neck snapped, finally ending his screams.

Notes

Sorry it took so long, guys. My internet died, but it's fixed now so I'll be updating more soon. Hope you enjoyed. I'll try to upload another chapter later tonight.
Love you guys <3
Michelle