Bam! Bam! Bam! The hunters released a series of resonate blasts from their rifles, “Got da’ sumofabitch!” one of the hunters said, resting the gun at his side. The three hicks scurried down the mossy hill to investigate the kill—a young gray wolf they had found strolling in the woods.

The shortest of the three leaned over, examining the carcass, “Looks lawk we gawt ourselves a woof!” he said.

“Yep, I reckon that make a mahty fahn addichun’ to our mountins…” said his tall crimped crony.

The short man posed a look of befuddlement as he ran his long thin fingers over the wolf’s thick fur to locate the wound, “Naow, wait un’ minute here… de’ ain’t no bullet hoes,”

“Ya’ sure ya’ hit it…” said his beer guzzling crony.

“Nah… it jus’ layin’ here fer da’ heil of it. Yah, I hit the sumofabitch! I’m surofit’!”

The beer guzzling hick placed the beer bottle to the ground and leaned over to join his friend in the scrutinizing of the wolf carcass, “Huh! I dun’ see no wounds neitha'…”

Suddenly, the wolf’s eyes opened, glowing furiously red. The three men slowly drew back with a look of dread locked on their faces. The wolf stood up on its hind legs, its body enlarging in size and mass until it loomed above the terrified men. However, it did not stop there, it continued to grow, taking the monstrous form of a hulking hairy behemoth nearly twice the height of the average human with bat-like ears, a gaping wolf’s maw, and long massive ape-like arms.

The beast unleashed a guttural roar that reverberated horrifically throughout the forest. The three men unloaded their rifles at will, but the bullets didn’t harm the beast one bit. They bounced off its thick furry hide like stones, enraging the beast further.

The beast lashed out with its gargantuan clawed hand taking the gun from the tall crimped hunter, following up with an openhanded upper-cut, slicing his head off with its long razor sharp talons, watching as the blood spurted like a geyser from his bloody stump as his quivering body toppled to the ground. With a mighty backhand, it struck the redneck scum to his right full across the face, breaking his neck and contorting his facial features.

The last man—-the short one who shot him down when he was in his natural canislupus-form—-fired off his rifle’s last rounds. He was so gripped by terror that when his rifle ran out of ammunition he continued pulling the trigger. The beast ripped the gun from the man’s grip and lifted him from his feet by the neck.

The man stood completely still with a dead look set upon his face as though something had leeched the soul from his body. The beast snarled as it stared him down. It then lifted the man above its head in a military press fashion and dropped his back across his knee, bending him in manner not suited for the human frame, breaking him in half as it wrapped the man’s short stubby-body around his massive leg.

Slowly, the wolf-beast decreased in size and mass, his physique and appearance becoming more human by the second, until he was a tall naked robust man with tattoos all over his body and long sooty black hair.

Xander Morvoch gazed upon the bloody mess with a grimace implanted on his face, nodding as he observed the remnants of the foolish hunters. He took the beer bottle nestled in the mix of the bloody mess surrounding him and took a swig. You won’t be killing wolves anymore… THAT’S for damn sure!

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