Ralph stepped outside, backpack behind him and briefcase in hand.
The afternoon sun shone well on his face, he didn't squint his eyes.
"Hmm," Ralph stared at the sky, a look of confusion coloring his face.
He didn't know why but he's been having strange feelings for the past year, exactly two months after that fateful day.
The strange feeling has been becoming stronger and stronger over the past week and Ralph couldn't help but become extra vigilant.
To him, it felt oddly familiar to how he felt when he was hunting one of his targets. Except, the feeling made him sense that he was being hunted.
Yes, Ralph felt as though someone was hunting him down, or trying to.
As far as he knew, only other werewolves would try to hunt him down in such a manner. They were the only ones who could hunt him down for such a long time without him finding out.
