Tom paced nervously in his living room, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending danger that lurked in their quiet town. He had invited his closest friends over for a discussion, hoping to devise a plan to protect their community from the bloodthirsty werewolves that ravaged the town every full moon. As the murmur of conversation filled the room, Tom took a deep breath and addressed his friends."Thank you all for gathering here today," Tom began, his voice laden with a mix of urgency and determination. "I have been doing some research, and it seems that using mountain ash on the doorsteps of every building in town could potentially stop the werewolves from causing harm during the full moon."Martinez, one of Tom's trusted advisor, leaned forward, her gaze focused intently on Tom. "Mountain ash, huh? That's an intriguing idea. Considering its folklore, it just might work. I would say it's a long shot, but it's worth it. You know we've only heard that mountain ash stops werewolve
As the sun began to set on the small town of Millfield, Tom stepped out of his car and looked up at the sky. The first stars were starting to appear, and he knew that meant the full moon was only a few nights away. He shuddered at the thought of what might happen when it rose, and turned his attention to the task at hand. He was the new sheriff in town, and he had a job to do.Tom made his way towards the sheriff's office, taking in the sights and sounds of the town as he went. Millfield was a sleepy little place, nestled in a valley surrounded by dense forest. The buildings were old and weathered, but well-maintained, and the people were friendly, if a bit guarded around outsiders like Tom.As he walked into the office, Tom was greeted by his deputy, a grizzled old man named Hank. Hank had been the sheriff before Tom, but had stepped down to make way for the new blood. Tom respected him, but knew he had big shoes to fill."Evening, Hank," Tom said, nodding in greeting. "Anything new
The next day, Tom sat at his desk, staring at the case file in front of him. The more he read, the more confused he became. All of the victims had been found with their throats torn out, and there were no signs of a struggle. It was almost as if they had willingly let their attacker kill them.He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. This case was starting to get to him. He needed a break. Standing up, he grabbed his coat and headed out the door.As he walked through the streets, he couldn't help but notice the bright sun shining above him. It was strange, he thought, how the murders only seemed to happen once a month, always during the full moon.Suddenly, he heard a scream coming from an alleyway up ahead. Without hesitation, he ran towards the sound.When he arrived, he found a young woman crouched on the ground, holding her bleeding arm. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw him approach."It's okay, I'm here to help," Tom said gently, crouching down beside her. "What happe
Tom stood up and brushed himself off. He looked down at his watch and saw that several hours had passed since he had first entered the park. He had no memory of what had happened in the intervening time.As he made his way back to his car, Tom couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He felt as if he was being watched, and he kept looking over his shoulder. When he finally got into his car and started the engine, he let out a deep breath of relief.He drove back to the station, his mind racing. He had to find out what had happened in the park, and he had to do it fast. He knew that he couldn't do it alone, so he called Jane and asked her to meet him at the station.When she arrived, Tom briefed her on what had happened in the park. Jane listened carefully, her face grave."Do you think it was the werewolf?" she asked.Tom nodded. "It's the only explanation. I think it attacked me."Jane frowned. "But why would it just leave you there? Why didn't it kill you?""I don't know
Tom had been discharged from the hospital, but he still felt weak and vulnerable. He had always been the strong one, the protector, and now he was the one who needed protection. It was a humbling experience, and one that he was not entirely comfortable with.Emily had taken a few days off work to stay with him and help him recover. She cooked him meals, brought him books to read, and kept him company. He appreciated her kindness, but he also felt guilty. He was supposed to be the one taking care of her, not the other way around.That afternoon, Emily came into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Dad, there's something I need to tell you."Tom sat up straighter, suddenly alert. "What is it?""It's about me," Em said. "About my past."Tom frowned. "What about your past?""I...I used to hang out with a bad crowd," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was involved in some things that I'm not proud of."Tom felt a cold dread wash over him. "What kind of things?""
Martinez nodded. "Agreed. And Tom, we need you to stay on this case. You have a personal stake in it now, and your insights could be invaluable."Tom sighed, but he knew the detective was right. He couldn't let his fear hold him back. "Okay, I'll stay on the case."As they left the crime scene, Tom couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the werewolf than they realized. He needed to find out what it was, before it was too late. Over the next few days, Tom threw himself into the investigation, working long hours and poring over files and evidence. Jane helped whenever she could, but she had her own job and responsibilities to attend to.Despite their efforts, however, they were no closer to identifying the werewolf. They had found no connections between the victims, and no witnesses had come forward with any useful information.Tom was getting frustrated, feeling like they were hitting a dead end. He needed a break, a fresh perspective.He decided to pay a visit to the loca
"Jane, get away from there!" Tom yelled but Jane was so lost looking, more like she was in a trance even with the gun aimed at the werewolf.Tom could not think of anything better but firing at the werewolf and the werewolf gave a loud sound and attacked Jane.Throwing her away after it's claws had hurt Jane on her hand. Tom let out the second fire and the werewolf ran toward Tom very fast and the breeze blew him to the floor.Before Tom could catch his breath, the high school gym was empty and disorganized. He looked around and saw the crashed window.He rushed their to check but the werewolf was totally gone. It escaped again.Who could it be? It's never that they would be there?,or was it a set up?He was so lost in the thought looking out of the broken window when Jane groaned and he remembered her.He ran to her side and checked on her wound."It's gonna be fine" he said and picked his phone and made a few calls.He was by her side for a few minutes before the ambulance and the p
Tom looked back and could not see anyone, he looked at the mirror again and the person was really gone.He rushed out of his car and ran toward the direction he saw the person but he could not find anything anymore.He was so frustrated.He returned to his car and angrily kicked his car tires! Without wasting any more time, he drove his car straight to the office and walked into the station with the lunch pack in his hand.Immediately he met with the cleaner who gave him a warm smile and a polite greeting.His mood was quite bad, so he only gave a fake smile before handing the meal to her."It's a homemade meal, personally made by me, just have it" he said and walked away expecting her extra greeting because he could she won't stop thanking him if he had waited a little while."Morning" Dave greeted and Tom nodded and entered his office. He hung his jacket and sat down on the chair, resting his back as his mind was far from settling."Morning sheriff" Hank greeted as he worked in wit