Indiana watched her sister die before her. The monster gnawed at the lifeless, frail body of Saphira, and all Indiana could do was watch. An evil chuckle burst from the shadows.
'What a waste,' the voice laughed. 'She was quite attractive.'
'You bastard!' Indiana spat. 'How dare you?' tears rolled from Indiana's orange eyes, that glowed like fire. Her anger flowed through her veins, and her body tensed. But the chains around Indiana's arms would not buckle or crack. Her teeth clenched at the pain of the silver against her smooth skin, as she was a lycan and one of her weaknesses was silver. And unfortunately the hunter knew and was tracking Indiana and her sister down, even when Indiana and Saphira meant no harm to humans at all. The problem with the hunter was that he was a bloodthirsty psychopath who killed monsters for the sake of killing. 'Why do you insist on killing us, we don't hurt humans!' Indiana whimpered.
'First of all…' The hunter smirked. '…is that you two are lycans. Second of all…' the hunter paused to try adding suspense. '…is that I'm gettin' paid for this.' He waved his silver-bullet-loaded gun into the air victoriously. 'And I get to enjoy it.' Indiana snarled, and she felt her skin turn to fur. She was changing. A few groans erupted from the mouth of Indiana as her normal human teeth were replaced with fangs of a beast. Her hands deformed and turned to padded paws big enough to kill a man with one blow. And soon, the chains broke under the changing of thick, powerful, giant limbs of a grey wolf. The hunter backed up, and aimed his gun at Indiana, in the form of a wolf the size of an ox. 'Nice doggy… sit down. I'm the one with the silver gun here.' The wolf continued to pace the floor. 'I'm countin' to three, and if you don't change back, I'll pull the trigger.' The wolf stopped and faced the hunter… and growled fiercely. The hunter stood his ground. 'One…' The wolf walked towards the hunter. 'T-two…' The hunter cocked his gun. 'Three!' The hunter pulled the trigger. Nothing.
'Goddamned gun!' The hunter cursed. He looked up from his gun, and the last thing he felt, was a great clawed paw slam into his face, shattering his skull into pieces.