I headed to my car and stepped on the engine, merging onto the almost empty road since it was already past midnight. I drove recklessly, faster than necessary, letting the rush claw through my veins. It helped clear my fucked up mind, even if only a little. In less than an hour, I arrived at the dock where I was expecting a personal delivery.
The package contained sample silver bullets, custom made and lethal to werewolves. In the span of a single month, there had been three attempts on my life. I enjoyed a good fight, but sometimes all it took was one well placed bullet to end everything.
I loosened the buttons of my shirt as I left the busy side of the port and headed toward the quieter section where the pickup was supposed to happen. My steps slowed when my ears caught a faint movement above me. I stopped and tilted my head, eyes lifting toward the stacked metal containers but then, a shot was fired towards me.
