A little story for Halloween:
He heard the alert pinging away on his wrist band and sighed. It was only midnight and so far Jack had managed the rift alerts on his own, wanting his team to have a night off. Unfortunately after looking at the readings he knew he couldn't do this one alone and pressed the speed dial number for Owen.
"It better not be the end of the world Jack," Owen muttered when he answered the call.
"No, but a group of Weevils - more than I can handle alone," Jack replied. "Sorry. Meet me at Bute Park as soon as you can."
"Alright, but afterwards I'm going back to bed," Owen said. "See in you 15 minutes and no heroics tonight Jack."
"Wouldn't dream of it; see you in 15," Jack promised before he ended the call. Jack turned the SUV around and headed to Bute Park arriving two minutes later.
Armed with his gun, torch and Weevil kit, Jack started searching the park. He heard growling over to his right behind some trees and carefully made his way through the trees expecting to find Weevils with some human victim but found something else which stopped him in his tracks. Peering around one of the trees Jack found the Weevils surrounding a lycanthrope.
One Weevil already dead at his feet, the lycanthrope was snarling at the remaining Weevils which surrounded him keeping them at bay by lashing out with his massive hands with claws to match. Jack had seen only a couple of lycanthropes over the past century but not as magnificent as this one. He was taller than Jack, about six feet four inches with massive shoulders and chest. Auburn fur covered his body. Jack was so focused on the gorgeous being he didn't notice the Weevil behind him until it was stupid enough to growl.
The lycanthrope and Weevils surrounding him all turned and looked at Jack. Jack grinned at the lycanthrope and said, "Don't you just hate it when they sneak up on you? You look like you can handle your problem alone, so -" he whirled around and slammed his torch against his stalker Weevil's head and shoved it away from him. "You're on your own Wolfie!" he yelled before the Weevil launched at him.
One of the Weevils moved towards Jack while the other two attacked the lycanthrope. 'Wolfie,' as Jack had dubbed him, ripped the throat out of one Weevil howling in pain as the other Weevil slashed his back with its claws. Rounding on it Wolfie grabbed it by the throat and shoved a broken tree limb under its ribcage puncturing its heart and left lung. A gunshot rang out behind him; dropping the Weevil he turned to find Jack had killed one Weevil but the other one had flung Jack to the ground, his head slamming against a rock stunning him.
Wolfie roared in rage and leapt between the man and the Weevil. The Weevil lunged and he slashed it chest bringing it to its knees and then snapped its neck. He dropped the carcass on the ground and went over to check on the fallen man. Wolfie kneeled down and gently lifted the man's head, checking for injuries. There was blood on the back of the man's skull. He moved the man just enough so he could cradle the man in his arms to make him more comfortable. Jack groggily opened his eyes enough to see Wolfie was holding him. "I'll be alright Wolfie," Jack said patting one of the strong arms holding him. "Just give me a few minutes." He closed his eyes again while Wolfie held him and waited.