Werewolves are running amok!

It was late one Monday night when a particularly shaggy person was walking home. They had just finished a rough day of work and school and they were worn out. Life can be hard for a recovering addict, especially when prey is all around.

This werewolf had already been through several very expensive programs to help themselves out. They knew it was bad to attack innocent people, but man it sure felt good doing it. Especially alongside their three closest friends. Friends that had been there the whole time, recovering with them every step of the way.

Meanwhile, the Alex Winterton had had a pretty good day. Good stuff came on TV, the rain didn't bother her all that much, and there wasn't too much annoying stuff on Facebook. It felt like a great day to do something new and interesting.

Our werewolf was walking home and decided to take a shortcut. They had seen the parking lot behind Walmart one time and realized it could save a few minutes instead of going around the front. They walked past the nursery and potted plants, made their way past the tires and cars in line for an oil change, and finally approached the backside of the meat section.

It was then that the smell and sight hit them.

I don't know if you've ever walked near a store that was getting rid of all the carcasses once they've cut off all the meat—but it's nasty. There's a truck there full of backbones of cow and ribcages of pigs and who knows what else. The truck has been making it's rounds for several stores now, and with the heat and the rain, the smell was unbearable—at least for a human.

But we're not talking about a human are we?

Our werewolf was overcome by the smell and couldn't resist. It was too much. Too… good… They texted their old buddies. Maybe tonight there can be just one small attack.

Alex, meanwhile, was at home looking at things to do around Athens. Not as much cool stuff as Atlanta, but there are a few things. There are some cool old houses to tour, maybe look at stuff downtown. Then, she saw what she wanted to do: a tour! She set out of her house, alone, forgetting to tell Brad where she was going.

Within a few minutes, the werewolf was surrounded by their three most faithful friends. A pack of four—there's nothing like the good old days. They quickly transformed into their beast-like selves, despite the moon's phase, and set out to do their dirty work.

Alex, got off at the address listed on the website. A big Baptist church. Y'know that one on Atlanta highway? I think. I don't actually know what that road is on. Anyway, it looks like a temple. Alex walked in, completely oblivious that she was entering sanctuary.

Luckily for her though, the werewolves didn't have her as their target. Instead, they spotted a student walking home from campus. It was too late for anything to be done and Laura Fackrell was the first victim of or new pack of werewolves.

* * *

The werewolves had just finished their prey. Adrenaline was pumping. One of them complained about their teeth though. It had been a while since their last attack, but surely their teeth hadn't softened up that much. Another noticed something shiny though in Laura's purse. A key! Actually, a lot of keys. She must be a Key Maker, they presumed. 

Suddenly, her phone vibrated. The picture of some snobby lady with some ridiculous purse and obnoxious sunglasses popped up. Looks like your typical Paparazzi. The text message that was sent shined in the darkness, for all to see:

"I found out that Masin is the Dungeon Master and Matt is some sort of Elder. What do you know about that?" 

There was an error in my logic. The werewolves were foiled in their plans. No one was killed last night. Sorry for any trouble.