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The man scurried backwards on his hands and knees, his buttocks dragging across the polished linoleum. His silk coat of metallic grey with a contrasting red tie were ruined, drenched in sweat and his own blood from a gash on his right arm.

"Please," he spat out in voice that would have fitted a young woman rather than an aging man of wealth and glutton. Beads of sweat drew lines down his face, collecting in his curled mustache and at the point of his chin. "I... I can offer you anything." His back eventually hit the far side of the room that used to be his dining hall.

The focus of the man's attention heard everything the blubbering man said, but paid no attention to any of it. I busied myself with the last few remaining guards who were trying to escape rather than fight.

Only five minutes ago, the dining hall had been a place of grandeur. Sitting on the edge of the Mississippi , it offered a stunning view of the river for those that grew tired of the view inside. Tapestries hung on the walls with large canvas paintings between. A massive oak table, carved from a single great tree two hundred years prior, dominated the room. A fire place sat at either end of the hall and had been lit, bringing warmth. It was attached to

Around the table had been surrounded by cheerful guests who talked and ate while waiters in tight suits or dresses tended to their needs. In the recent past, parties had been for specific and worthwhile events, but this one had been one of waste. Thrown to indulge in the good life. When one did not need to worry about money or anything, that was reason enough to celebrate for them.

The dining hall stood at the end of a long passageway that separated it from the rest of the mansion up the hill to make the racket of the party hardly audible to those in the main building.

It had been too perfect.

About halfway through the dinner party, alI had appeared on the property. I stalked the iron fence on all fours, keeping to the shadow and waited for the perfect moment to move so that I would not be noticed by either cameras or eyes.

When the time came, I leapt over the fence and dashed across the open lawn until it hit the walls of the long passage way. The sounds of laughter could already be heard and the smell of food and alcohol was thick on the air.

I slowly stalked down the passage's outer wall, no doubt passing people heading back to the main house for one reason or another, unaware that only a few feet separated them from their nightmares.

Once at the far end by the dining hall, I peaked in through one of the many large windows.

There were dozens of individuals inside. Most were sitting or at least around the table. There were a few guards, only placed to add to the imagery of the room rather than for protection. Most likely waiters or private security rather than those provided by by the householder's benefactors, The Knights Templar.

Only days before, Templars had been recalled to the Vatican to deal with growing concerns over there, leaving many of their allies more vulnerable than they could ever imagine.

The individual that the I was after sat at the far end, at the head of the table. He had grease around his lips and bits of bread crumb on his mustache. He was animated, talking fervently to the woman next to him who gave a polite smile, but was obviously uninterested in whatever he was trying to tell her.

He was a head of a large tech company, Evergreen, which provided a large amount of services to the Templars, ranging from medicine to weapons such as their recent 'Super Dogs.' This is what made him the target. My master had told me to kill him with no discretion to evidence, only to leave no witnesses.

The instructions left a lot of leeway in execution. My master was not very discreet as well, often being responsible for brutal scenes himself.

My yellow eyes gazed around the room. There were far too many windows that could be used to escape. If I went in from one side, they would flee to the other. I looked up at the roof where a crystal chandelier hung and twinkled, illuminating the room in addition to the fireplaces.

Quietly, I scaled the building and got onto the slopes shingles roof, taking care to spread my weight as to not make too much noise, rolling my fingers in to keep my claws from raking against the shingles and made my way up to one of the smoking chimneys.

What happened next was in no way subtle. I jumped up and stomped down on the roof. Four paws smashed into the roofing. Splinters flew in all directions as the supporting structure underneath nearly buckled.

The party inside instantly died down as everyone stared up at the swaying chandelier.

A few asked what the deafening bang could possible have been. One asked about hail, another a bird or perhaps something dropped by a bird. No one knew or even had a guess they felt confident, not even the few who knew that werewolves were real. They had been far from danger for too long and complacency was normal now.

Annoyed that the roof didn't completely collapse on the first go, I reared up and launched himself in the air. The push off caused more wood to shatter and the roof began to sag. There was a collective gasp inside.

In midair, I brought my front half down while pulling my back half up as if diving into a pool. I came down hard enough that my wrists popped in protest.

The roof held on no longer. It caved in, all of the supports shattering in a deafening roar. The chandelier came loose from half of its screws, causing it to swing wildly, frightening the guests below even more.

Next, I blew through the ceiling, knocking the chandelier off of its last few screws and it and I fell together in a twinkling array of broken crystal.

The chandelier came down on three patrons who had been struggling to climb over each others. They were killed instantly, crushed under the mess of wire and crystal.

I landed on the table, snapping it in half and sending all the food and fine china into the air.

A wooden leg of the table swung up so fast and hit a screaming woman in the temple, killing her.

A plate seated across the air before striking an older gentleman in the neck, snapping his head sideways and rupturing an aneurysm that had been developing over the past few months.

A man in a petticoat lost his balance and was thrown into the fireplace where he quickly got back up in flames. He shoved another woman back in his desperate attempts to pat himself out and she was impaled on a fire poker.

Many others received injuries and all the survivors began to head for any exit they could find.

I wasted no time. I systematically killed them in droves, ignoring the guards who were firing their small arms. The Templars took their silver with them when they left.

Soon there was only the target left. Fat and plump from his wealth and indulgence.

The man's eyes stared at me, wide and afraid. They occasionally looked at the indistinguishable carnage of gore that used to be his friends. He gulped.

"I'll give you anything you want," he said. He quickly scrambled to his knees and begged for his life.

I ignored all of it, slowly pacing towards the lone survivor. My fur shined with blood and his drooled was dyed red. There was nothing the man had that I wanted. I only had one purpose and that was to do the master's bidding. It was my duty to obey the Alpha without question.

It was the Alpha that gave me purpose, made me feel alive. Nothing else mattered.

I came back from my thoughts and saw that the man had been replaced with a mess of congealing fat and lumped meat with bones. It was done.

The mess would be discovered by anyone in the house, most likely a waiter. The police would be called and an investigation would be launched. Fur would be found and the source looked into, but ultimately it would be inconclusive. By then, I would be long gone, waiting for the next call from the my master.

After a quick dip in the river to rid my coat of as much blood as possible, I began to head north at an incredible spread. I darted through woods faster than a cheetah. Cars that happened to be in sight when I crossed roads would only see a blur. The drivers would question if anything had actually been there to begin with. Animals would flee to make way to my approach. My travels would go unmolested.

I arrived in the Appalachians only two days after the slaughter and found the small hole in the ground that I considered to be home. It was under the roots of a large fallen tree. It provided shelter from rain and wind and was out of the way enough that I would not be stumbled upon.

Tired from my travels, I slumped onto the packed dirt and fell asleep.

I awoke some time later that day to the noise of footsteps, however I didn't make any move to get up.

"Back again already?" The old man walked into the den, ducking under some low hanging roots. He steadied himself with his cane. "This time was shorter than the others. Last year you were gone for nearly a month. Almost thought that you weren't going to come back." He chuckled and then coughed a few times.

I lifted my head from my paw and my tail gave a few thumps against the ground.

The man stopped just shy of me and slowly lowered himself to the ground, groaning as he did so. "Damn hips," he winced and then gave a sigh of relief once he was seated.

I watched the man with a little sadness. I remembered when he was much younger and full of energy. Now I was watching the effects of time take its toll.

"Don't scrutinize me." The man caught me staring. "We both knew this was coming and age takes long enough that neither of us can feign surprise that I got old fat and ugly."

I chuffed out what was that closest thing to a laugh I could muster. I felt something then, something that I only felt in the presence of this one individual.

While my master, the Alpha, Fenrir, gave me purpose in life, Mr. Colson gave me happiness.