“You can’t do this to me! I gave up everything to leave that life behind! Leave me alone!” A loan figure called out, huddled under a street light, after finally having run himself into exhaustion. He was panting heavily, in sheer fear of what was approaching. In light there is hope, and in darkness, such as the one that was rapidly enshrouding that last light, was fear, and ultimately death. The darkness ate away at the street lamp light, moving ever closer to the crouching terrified human. Then the light winked out, and there was a last desperate scream, it was a combination of all knowing fear, and pain. This shriek became a gurgled babble that was most likely to be someone drowning in their own blood. Then just as soon as the darkness had engulfed the area it was withdrawn. For the briefest of moments two figures could have been seen, and at first glance, most people would have thought of them as human, well, they were humanoid at least, however muzzles and pointy ears were a bit of a give away for these supernatural killers. These two monsters were so efficient that they didn’t even leave a tiny splatter of blood, from where they first sunk their fangs into the victim.
Far away, gazing into a crystal ball, a loan figgure laughed. So, it was possible to control those mighty killing beasts. It wasn't total control, not yet. Those mighty beasts still fought against the control of his half of the amulet. To gain complete power over them, Willheim Spodic needed the other half. Then even the Alpha werewolves would have to bend to his will. Those were the werewolves that could change at will, that were not effected by the moon, and could create other werewolves by bitting mortals. They were the true hunters, but for now the beta, changed mortals, would do to remove those who knew about the amulet. Only once those few had been taken care of could he find the other half in peace. One of them was hiding it, that much he was certain of. There were only five left now, across the entire globe. His meddling with the dark arts would soon pay off, and the debt it was taking on him would be repayed, giving him everlasting youth. The wolves padded through the door, breaking his trail of thought. For rapid travelling, they took this form, it had endurance and stability, unlike the half form, caught between primal animal and scared human.
Willheim Spodic looked up at the mighty hunting beasts. Sub consciously his grip on the broken amuleet tightened. "Return to human form!" he ordered, pointing it at them. Who ever had created the amulet in the first place had been a genious. They were probably far beyond his power, and always would be. Willheim was the kind of person who, at school, would be about ten paces behind the biggest strongest bully, supporting them, as that was the only way to keep himself safe. He watched as the wolves' forms shifted, joints reversed, and muscle and organs shifted to accomodate the half way shape. "You have done well, now you can go to your kennels." Obediently they turned and headed towards the strong steel cages. If Willhein had stayed and watched the crystal ball he would have seen the two people come running to where the other man had just been murdered.
"Dammit, where is he?" The first, a slender aging man asked, fearing the worst, and beggining to weeze as his age caught up to him, he leant on his dog headed walking stick for support. The lady he was with was younger than he, and wore a long blck billowing cloak. "He was right here. But he's dead, they got him Charles"
"Then we are to late. Who has the piece now"
"The order decided to have it hidden. Only one or two now know where it is, and I'm not one of them. What should we do now"
"Head back, they might still be about." Both turned, and quick marched back the way they had come. They headed for the train station to get back to London. The crystal ball was only focused on the spot where Wordsmann, the recently deceased hd been to help track and kill him faster, it did not follow the couple who hd entered the spot, nor was the record feature on so Willheim would never know that non of his ex-collegues now had the amulet. He could kill them all, and still would not have it in his possession, which was the reasoning behind the Order's decission to have the amulet hidden. Willheim himself, during this time had gone to lie down, relinquishing his control of the were wolves once the locks had shut them away. Without the full amulet he was having to use his own life force to power the half he had had stolen. The drain was aging and tiring him quickly, making him ever more hasty to find the other half.