"Grandpa!" An 18 year old Dennis said bursting through the door.
His grandpa Mike was sitting by the fire reading his newspaper.
"I've been selected!" He said handing him the letter.
"Great, which side are you joining?" Mike grunted insultingly.
Dennis gulped and looked down in shame.
"The- the humans grandpa." He said saddened.
"Do better then your father did . . . Mating with a monster! Bah!" Mike said returning to his newspaper.
"He . . . He didn't know about your grandfather." Dennis said.
"When are you leaving?" Mike asked not looking from the pages.
" . . . Tomorrow." Dennis said quietly.
"Dennis?" Mike said as Dennis went to pack.
"Hm?" Dennis said expecting the worse.
"Make your family proud." He said before giving a smile.
Dennis nodded before getting ready.
He put in all of his clothes, and his pictures in a notebook.
"A trooper now, but i bet you'll be a Commander one day." His grandma said smiling.
Dennis turned around and saw she was carrying a sandwich for him with a glass of water.
"Food's been scarce." Dennis said taking the sandwich.
"War's been tough." Linda responded sighing.
"Did this war . . . Have to start?" Dennis asked worried.
"I've been asking myself that everyday since you were brought home." Linda answered.
Dennis drained the water and Linda left.
As Dennis packed he wondered what he'd have to do. Lie? Steal? Kill? And if he did would it be right?
"Why does it have to be this way?" Dennis said as he packed a rifle and a set of silver bullets in.
As the full moon arose he heard the howls of wolves, maybe werewolves.
"Hey!" Mike said walking in. "Maybe we could get some experience under your belt.
He had his hunting gun ready.
"Grab your things and meet me in the forest." He said.
Dennis did so, and it was an hour later that he and Mike were crouched behind bushes, tracking enemies.
"So? You think some . . . Werewolves are around here?" Dennis whispered.
"I heard the howling, and there haven't been wolves around this area for years." Mike said quietly while tracking the footprints. "We've got traps ready though, make sure to not hesitate . . . They will kill you." He added examining recent markings.
"Grandpa Mike?" Dennis began.
"Sh! . . ." He quickly handed Dennis a handgun. "These fire faster, i think we're close."
Dennis slowly moved forward, but suddenly stopped spotting something.
"Wait are those . . . 3 werewolves, dressed? Casually?" He whispered as quietly as possible in confusion.
"They act humane, but they're deadly." Mike whispered bringing out binoculars.
Dennis pulled out his rifle, and so did Mike.
"Okay now just aim and . . ." Mike began.
They fired, but things went wrong. They missed and the werewolves took off like bullets.
"Damn it!" Mike said running after them.
Mike took a long aim and almost missed.
"I GOT THE LEG!" Mike said after a loud bang.
The werewolf rag dolled forward, but Mike went after the other wolves.
"Kill it! I'll be back!" Mike said running after the two.
Dennis approached the wounded werewolf gun pointed shakily at it.
As Dennis approached he realized it was a female, not a year older then him.
The werewolf now began too cry hopelessly
"D-die! Hell spawn!" Dennis said his gun shaking even more.
"Do it, i just lost my parents to you." She said.
Dennis put his finger too the trigger, but barely could aim.
"DENNIS! I COULDN'T FIND THEM!" Mike said from the distance.
Dennis looked at the werewolf and where his grandpa's voice was from.
"Damn it all." Dennis quickly pulling out some bandages.
(P.S. i'm not finished with the 1st don't worry friends/fans, that one will continue for awhile)