"Run!"
So she ran. She was taught when told to run, you run no questions asked. She could hear them moving in front, behind, to the side all around her. Her auburn hair being pulled, her face being scratched by tree branches.
But she kept running, knowing her father was right behind her. Knowing these woods like the back of her hand, having hunted in them her whole life. Not knowing what was going to happen when they had to stop or be stopped.
Suddenly she was on the ground, looking up to the moon and stars seeing a few stars herself. She hears her father slide to a stop next to her. she dared herself to look and see what stopped her so abruptly.
Standing on its hind legs to its full height, a werewolf. The werewolf did not scare her, she has seen quite a few in her short life, but its endless black eyes made her blood run as cold as ice water. These were not ordinary werewolf eyes, not the brown sometimes sky blue eyes she was brought up to hunt down and kill. These were the eyes of a demon.
"Christo" she said barely above a whisper.
The werewolf flinched and ran into the darkness of the woods. The others leaving also.
She looked to her father, sweating in the moonlight finally getting her voice back.
Breathing hard her father said "That was...too easy."
"Did you see the eyes?" knowing he was right, it was to easy.
"Yeah. Yeah I did."
"What are we going to do? We cant fight them alone. There had to have been at least twenty of them."
Her father pulled her to her feet.
"Most of the other hunters don't like how we work. Who are we going to call?" she said.
Looking into the woods they came up with one name.
"Winchester."