You and John had been hunting partners ever since Mary had passed, having met during a Vampire attack.

Usually, hunts go fairly well, and only have a couple of hiccups that are easily fixed… but not this one.

This particular Wendigo had proven to be extremely hard to catch, and so far you were sporting several cuts and scrapes all over your body. John wasn’t doing much better, but his patience was wearing thin.

“You’re slowing us down,” John snapped, throwing a brief glare at you.