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</div></div><div style="text-align: left">The storm that raged high above was not relenting as Jason drove down the long and pitch black deserted road. Light reflected off the soaked asphalt that stretched out endlessly in front of him. In his gut he could feel the pull of the moon high above, the moon was getting stronger seeing as the full moon was only days away from rising. The day before and after the full moon were the days that Jason was at his very strongest but there was a catch that came with the strength. On the night of the full moon, Jason would be more volatile with the wolf inside being stronger than any other night of the month. His inner emotions would be more powerful and would sway him towards bad and good without a real sense of mind being behind them. In that state, nothing would make sense to Jason and he would kill without even considering it as a crime or a thing against his very core beliefs. "Bleiben Sie dran Du Hast für den nächsten," blared the radio breaking Jason's concentration for a minute. He couldn't understand a single word they had just said but he did recognize 'Du Hast' as a song, It was most likely saying which song was next on the list of never ending music. Without waiting for the song to come on Jason turned off the radio and listened to the purr of his muscle car as the dark and forbidden woods passed by without ever changing.<br/>
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The cursed woods of Germany reminded him of the night that he had been so defenseless against the beast that forever marked him with the curse of the moon, an unbreakable disease that he would be plagued with for the rest of his life. That night he only thought what had attacked him was a freakishly large wolf, but the very next day Jason figured out the truth when he became the very same beast himself. From that night on he had been alone without anyone by his side, for a human and a werewolf there were few things worse than total seclusion from others. Both creatures were pack animals and to go from being loved by many to cared for by none was a drastic change that would damage anyone in their right mind. The government only searched for Jason for about two months before they claimed he was dead and the payout from his insurance came a few months later. It took some serious work but Jason was able to get his hands on the 400,000 dollar insurance policy. With that money, Jason had been traveling throughout Europe searching for the beast that turned him into what he was. The money would last him a while if he was careful with it and only spent it when he absolutely needed it. He had already spent a few thousand on weapons alone, a few handguns and rifles with no serial number cost way more than a normal firearm would cost. It didn't help in the slightest that Jason couldn't use his ID because he was pronounced dead and dead men didn't buy weapons in a foreign nation. The bullets he used weren't the cheapest in the world either, bullets made from pure silver tended to come at a steep price and Jason had buckets of the ammo. You could never have enough when facing an entire pack of shifters.<br/>
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Jason almost passed the overgrown road that wasn't even on the GPS he had sitting on the dashboard, if he had thought the first road was creepy and deserted then he didn't know what to call the isolated abyss that peered back at him from this road. Jason pulled off the road and into the tree line, driving his Mustang deep enough into the woods that it wouldn't be spotted in the off chance that someone came down the main road he had pulled off of. From here Jason had to hike a mile into the woods to get to the cabin, the place his new life started and the last place his sire was seen at. It must have been true that the culprit always returns to the scene of the crime. Jason cut the engine and killed the lights before he popped the trunk to retrieve his weapons of destruction. He wasn't going to go into the cabin with just his werewolf abilities alone if he did when he was just asking for an ass kicking from the one who created him. After getting out Jason walked back to his trunk and pulled out his AR-15 Beowulf, a high powered 50cal. rifle, and his 50ae Desert Eagle. Two very strong weapons that could tear through the chest of a werewolf and put the beast down humanely.<br/>
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"Locked and Loaded," Jason muttered, his southern accent very apparent whenever he spoke. His accent is something from home that would never fade no matter how hard he tried to conceal it whenever he spoke so Jason just stopped trying to hide it. Nowadays Jason saw it more as a happy reminder of where he came from and that not everything about him had changed whenever he became a child of the wolf. Jason holstered the high powered magnum in its holster and started the long hike towards the cabin he knew too well. About a week ago he had gotten a call from a dear friend that still knew he was alive. The person wasn't part of the military in any way so Jason felt that he could trust her. She had told him that just like when he was turned people were going missing all throughout the woods again with the cabin being the dead center of the mess. His friend didn't know about the whole werewolf part and just thought Jason was trying to track down a serial killer before he came back out into the open again.<br/>
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Leaves cracked under the weight of each foot as Jason inched closer and closer to what the last three years have been about. The rain was pouring down now as if heaven had decided to open up its gate for the man that stood before them, the angels themselves were lamenting what happened to him. He could feel the pressure and excitement bubbling in his chest. Jason may have been hunting his sire for many years now but other than a woman by the name of Natalia he hadn't actually met another werewolf before. The only reason he ever ran into Natalia was that like him she was hunting down the one that had sired her, other then a few quick words they had never really talk and that was the end of the story. Both of the werewolves were loners that did choose this life and were now stuck with it for the remainder of their days. As he walked Jason ran over the plan in his head over and over again. He would approach from the back this time avoiding the door at all cost, from the records in town hall the cabin has a few windows in the back that he could use to enter undetected. After entering he would need to take care of the pack as silently as possible before executing his sire in the worst way possible for revenge of all the years he stole from him. Burning the bodies and the cabin would be the last thing he would do before leaving to start life again somewhere else, they robbed him of his past life and it was something he could never get back now.<br/>
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After 15 minutes or so the cabin finally came into view, it was a small rustic place that seemed to come from the early 1600's. It stood eerily in the woods with not a single light on inside. Just looking at the place that took his old life sent shivers down Jason's spine and left him with a dry mouth. He had hoped to never have to come back to the dreaded place but here he was standing maybe 50 feet from the cabin with a weapon in hand. Placing each step in front of the other Jason crept loser trying as hard as he could to not make a noise, at this point he couldn't mess up and alert his sire that he was just outside. The rain was hiding any sounds he made anyways and the thunder was useful since he could make loud noises and not be heard. Definitely not after the luck he had with the wind blowing away from the cabin. Getting to the cabin was flawless with not even the crackle of a leaf taking place. It took him a minute to find a window to climb in but after a while, Jason was in a musty bedroom of the cabin, it looked to not have been touched in many many years and dust coated everything. With a gun in hand, Jason took a minute to access his situation before he finally stepped off, opening the door to the main room with a weapon aimed high and ready to fire.​</div>