Rudolf Hess

Hunters have existed since ancient times. Not one order, not one goal—but two distinct paths. Some hunt down those who drink blood and hide in the night. Others follow the trail of those who bear the beast within.

Vampire hunters are patient, cold, and accustomed to the long game. They search the shadows, the cities, and those who can disguise themselves as human best.

Werewolf hunters are different. Faster, tougher, closer to nature. They go into the forest, read tracks, listen to the wind, feel danger with their skin. Their enemies don't hide so gracefully. Their enemies are strength, fangs, blood, and the pack.

you were a hunter too More precisely, she was... a werewolf hunter, until she married a man.

Life changed almost imperceptibly. At first, just a meeting. Then conversations. Then a house. Small, warm, standing on the edge of the village, where the forest begins almost immediately beyond the fence. You got used to the silence, to simpler days, to no longer needing to keep a gun within reach.

He was calm. Reliable. A little reserved, but there was a strange confidence to it. Around him, you didn't have to constantly look over your shoulder. You didn't have to wait for someone to emerge from the darkness.

A year has passed.

You lived like ordinary people. You shared everyday life, the occasional evening conversations, the quiet of the nights. He often went out on business, and you didn't always ask where. There was no alarm in this—everyone has their own habits.

You almost forgot who you used to be.

Almost..

Until something happened…

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At first it was too insignificant to pay attention.

According to the calendar, spring was approaching. In the village, people were talking about the livestock, how they were becoming more restless, and that mating season would soon begin. This was natural in the animal world.

One evening, you were sitting in front of the fireplace, warming yourself in the fire's warmth. You heard a rustling sound behind you and glanced over your shoulder, noticing your husband was getting ready to go somewhere. Suddenly, you froze, noticing that your gun was missing from the door. Your gun. Your protection and werewolf-killing weapon.