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Chelseas Point of View
It was really frickin' cold in the den, that's what Uncle Dean would say. I was my other self as I watched my Uncles leave to go and investigate my house. Bad things had happened there, horrible monsters had been here and sent my pack running.
I whimpered softly as I watched my Uncles vanish in the house, worry made my tummy feel icky and my body shake. I curled into a tighter ball on the soft blanky my Uncle Dean had given me. I inhaled his sweet scent and comfort began to wash over me. My Uncles would take care of me, I knew they would.
Deans Point of View
I almost fell down the damn stairs when my saskwatch of a brother fell back on me as he avoided a large lump of a body at the top of the stairs.
"Things aren't looking up." I said as I flashed the light over the back of a dead man.
Sam nodded and stepped over the man, crouching down he began examining the victim with a hard expression. Three slashes ran down the mans back, black blood was soaked into the clothes and carpet surrounding the poor guy. Sighing I crouched down as well and rolled the man over softly, Sam and I both let out a gasp of surprise as bile rose in the back of my throat. His heart was torn out and thick claw marks left bloody flesh protruding like swollen lips.
"Another werewolf pack?" I asked looking up at Sam.
He shook his head no and pushed the torn fabric away slightly to observe the claw mark.
"Chelsea turned pure wolf, no way a wolf could make claw marks this thick or deep. However I think it might be a Huntator, they have three claws that could definitely do this." He leaned in and examined the body closer.
"I don't get it, Huntators are these really rare creatures in the first place, so why the hell do they have a sudden interest in hunting werewolves?" I look up to geek boy and he raises his eyebrows and gives me a shrug.
"No idea, I mean the legend is a Huntator was a South American hunter that went bad and got turned into this evil monster. I mean I was shocked in the first place that they would be up this far, I didn't think their bodies could handle the cold. It all doesn't make sense…" Sam went into his deep thoughts as I stood and began walking down the narrow hall to see if any other people were in the house.
The wooden floor creaked beneath me as I stepped into what I assumed was the bedroom, I turned my flashlight to the left and was shocked at what I saw. On the floor lay the bodies of one dead naked man and one dead Huntator.
"Hey Sammy, we got some more in here!"
I crouch over the man and study it carefully, could this be Chelseas dad? I hoped to someone that it wasn't. Sam rounded the corner and handed me a wallet with an ID.
"Sampson Heifer was the other victim, think he could be related to Chels?" Sam glanced at the room and his brow raised in surprise.
"I dunno, maybe. Looks like you were right bout the damn Huntators, just doesn't make sense man."
Sam walked over to the Huntator and pushed his head up slightly to reveal a massive neck wound, the wolf had torn out its throat before the poison had killed him. I sigh and shake my head, there was just to much damn evil in this world.
Sams Point of View
This case was getting more and more unusual by the minute. Huntators usually attacked people in Southern America deep in the jungle, not in the frickin' icy cold winter of the Rocky Mountains. Sighing I began looking around the room for any information that could tell us about Chelsea and her family, I rummaged through the desks and drawers and Dean looked in the closets. I reached the bottom drawer and lifted up what looked like tax papers, then noticed the bottom of the drawer was cracked slightly…
"hey Dean come here…"
Dean walked over with a curious expression and held the flashlight for me as I put the papers aside and pulled up the thin sheet of wood. Beneath it was a leather journal similar to dads, but doubled in thickness and weight. I lifted it up and carefully began looking through the yellowed pages, this was our Holy Grail.
"We'll take a look at that back at the motel Sammy, but lets head out before Chels gets to cold in the car. I think we've found all that's necessary here." Dean had a hint of anger in his voice, I couldn't blame him for it after seeing this gruesome slaughter.
"Alright, we gotta burn that ugly thing before we leave though." I look at him and he rolls his eyes with a curse.
"And how do you expect to do that?" Now he's just pissed.
I give him a small smirk and look to the large window.
"Uh, I really hate this job sometimes…"
Sighing we get to work of throwing the ugly thing out the window then burning his stupid ass to a crisp.
Chelseas Point of View
I was just nodding off when I hear a loud thunk come from the house, jumping up I get really scared that those things might be after my Uncles now. Whimpering I look out the window and sigh happily when I see my Uncles looking down from the window at one of the ugly monsters. They come out of the house a few minutes later and light it on fire. Good, he was mean and stupid and hurt my pack.
They come pack to the car and I can't hide my excitement, my tail wags furiously and I yip a hello. Uncle Dean smiles at me as he opens my door and checks everything, he gives me a kiss on the forehead and whispers reassuring words.
Uncle Sam is flipping through my daddy's journal, I let out a growl of curiosity and he looks back at me with confused eyes.
"You ok Chels?" He asks with concern.
I nod firmly and wag my tail to let him know, I'm glad he found my daddys journal but kind of worried. That was my Daddy's secret journal…