The wolf was crouched behind a bush, hidden by its summer-green leaves. It was staring at a street, empty, quite usual for the hour, but for a small patch of moonlight that bathed it in an almost immortal glow. The wolf growled. The target should be here. The woman said is would be soon…
There! The wolf turned its head at the sound of crunching gravel to see a young woman walking happily up the road. He'd been watching her for many nights, and each night she found her way down this path. The wolf's eyes glinted in anticipation. It had to be her.
Tonight the woman was dressed in her usual attire, a long black cloak, boots, her hair a color he didn't care to observe, and a pair of block pants to match the cloak. The rest of her attire was hidden under her cloak, not that the wolf cared to see. He watched as the woman stopped and stared happily at the moon. The wolf could've chuckled to himself. She was the one.
He almost stepped out of the bushes, but he stopped himself. He had to be sure. A pair of hands, invisible even in the moonlight snaked around his neck. "That's her." The voice was familiar to the wolf. The woman with the black hair. He felt the woman lean closer to his ear. "The freak deserves to die."
The wolf understood the words and began his attack. Slowly… Slowly… The prey wouldn't realize it until the last moment. This was the wolf's way. The wolf was almost behind her when his paw hit a branch. Crunch. The woman turned, slowly, her back rigid with fear. As her eyes caught sight of the wolf, the wolf pounced. As he was flying through midair, he happened to catch her eyes. Widened with fear, showing a reflection of what was to be the last thing she saw. The full moon.