Chapter Eighty Four

Nate was in the garage, sharpening his arrows and drowning his thoughts with a small glass of booze. He had suffered great loss; he lost his sons, his wife and pretty much the happy life he created for himself.

All because of an obsession to kill werewolves, he saw them as predators. None ever hunted or killed any of his family members. But fear of what they do and when they would attack made him panic and he took it upon himself to start hunting again.

Indeed hunting is in their family bloodline and it was a tradition, he wanted it to stop before he got to his sons but he couldn’t and got his sons involved to the extent that he killed them.

The monster he thought he was saving lives from wasn’t the one that killed his family but the one he reached out to for help, Bernard.

He felt pretty much used and stupid for even believing anything that came out from his mouth, also his father was the one that pushed him.

His own father started this by offering his wife for the experiment,