I step inside the guild, shivering from the cold gust of air that greets me. It smells of musk. A very strong musky odor that's... Werewolf. The smell that only males can carry. Wild, ruthless, and stinky in general.

The walls of the Moon Guild are decorated with pictures in wooden frames of previous members, glass cases of medals or rewards, and some really freaky mounted monster heads. However, this is my home, my life.

Some greet me as I walk through, looking for Silvaus. The only thing that matters most to me is him.

Silvaus is the only person I can recall being there in my life. He's like a father to be but sometimes he acts more like an uncle since I'm older now. Quite the odd one if you ask me.

"Aye! There she is. The speedy gal!"

"Hey, Phira!"

I give them a weary smile and shake hands with a few. Then I spot him, sitting on a corner with a few of his friends. The man himself, barely holding his liquor.

"Silvaus!" I shout "What on earth are you doing?! You have a job to do."

He peeks up and I fold my arms with a glare. The middle-aged werewolf scratches his beard and sighs.

"I know...you act like its the end of the world. It's my off day. You can handle it." He quietly chuckles as I step closer.

I smile and roll my eyes, "Of course you would take this day to do this. Remember your probably losing brain cells" I tease. He rolls his eyes back.

I sit down in front of him and gently brush my fingers against a playing card. "So...did you run into anything last night?" He asks. I look up and sigh.

Should I tell him? Remembering the bodies and the man that ran for his life burns in the back of my mind. It's hard to not remember it. Most of our hunts at night were just for intruding werewolf hunters or for sport. This was something else.

"Well, we fought off the remaining hunters. That's about it. Nothing special" I answer, looking away for a brief moment.

"Remaining? Did you see other werewolves? That's just weird" Silvaus asks, scratching his head. I watch as his green eyes dart to the side.

"There were five...I found them dead. Two holes punctured their n-" a sudden gust of cold air hits the back of my neck. I stop talking and the chattering of the guild grows quiet.

I slowly turn around to face the same man I had seen last night. His features are more fleshed out compared to when I first saw him. This man is something else.

A couple of growls erupt from some of the werewolves and others stood up. Tense a matter of fact. The whole energy of the guild is off. I didn't like it one bit.

My heartbeat quickens and I turn to Silvaus. He doesn't say a word but mumbles to himself. I turn back, eyeing the man with suspicion.

I watch as he slowly backs away. His timid eyes widen and his pupils dilate. He takes a breath and slowly places his hand on the door handle.

The man quickly glances around the guild and rushes out in a nervous hurry. Just before he did, his eyes meet my curious stare.