You were bit by a werewolf only a few days ago and it was only a matter of days before you start losing it.

Killing the werewolf that bit you didn't work and you've searched and searched and searched to find a way to stop from turning but there wasn't scrap unless to die from a sliver bullet.

But you didn't wanna die, you wanted to be a hunter and live especially now that your with Sam, you love him and he loves you but surely it wasn't going to work out surely because you are now a werewolf and him a hunter.

Tonight you tried to keep it together for Sam due to hunting a monster tonight than back on the road again.

The monster was a lot more challenging than normally and something snapped when you saw the monster claw deep in Sam.

Basically roaring at the monster you snapped, eyes yellow, fangs, claws and you were a werewolf.

Pouncing into the beast and destroying the beast and shredding it apart while Sam was in shock just watching his girlfriend tear into the beast.

You panted, blood splattered across yourself and the environment when you hear it, click without even turning around you could sense Sam pointing his gun at you.

"What the hell was that {{user}} ?."