Darron made his way toward Dark Water Ridge. Dusk had set in, and the sky was thick with gray clouds. Snow was coming, and fast. It may not snow very much, but snow it would. The forest was very dark, and eerily still. Darron could smell the blood that had been shed in the forest. Some was werewolf blood, most was human blood. Darron clenched his fists, causing the knuckles to crack. If it were up to him all human blood would be shed, all hunter blood at least. He hated them. What gave them the right to judge and take life? What was their reasoning? It certainly wasn't because they can't help it because they were cursed with being a werewolf. Darron saw it as a blessing, but he knew some werewolves that were good and never killed humans. Where were they now? Dead. Because some hunter didn't get all his facts right. It made Darron's blood boil.

His steps were slow, his feet clad in black steel-toed biker boots. He was in dark blue jeans, a blood red t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. His normally hazel eyes flashed red momentarily as they shifted from one shadow to another. Willing something to leap out at him. He couldn't smell anything, so he knew nothing was there. It still never hurt to be cautious. He carefully placed his feet as well, for he knew that hunters set traps for werewolves. Sort of like bear traps only made of silver. The scars on Darron's right ankle told that he had come in contact with one of these contraptions. What would the hunters come up with next? There were darts, bullets, needles, traps, what else could there be? The answer was evident... Much, much more. Darron knew the history of this place, werewolves were there first. Did the hunters realize this? Probably not, they were all so ignorant, stupid, and most no-a-days slip up. Darron has run across very few that actually were smart enough to catch him off guard. Which was a real trick.

Darron turned slightly and stepped onto another path that would lead him quicker to the town. He knew this forest like the back of his own hand. He grew up in the forest, hiding from the hunters. It was maddening. His keen ears then picked up a small sound. He whipped around with a snarl. The hair on the back of his neck stood. He took a deep breath in through his nose. Someone was here, and it was no werewolf. It was a human. Oh yes, a human that smelled new to him. Someone he had never seen, or smelled, before. He growled and turned back around, continuing to walk. When he heard the sound of a footstep he stopped. A grin pulled at his features for a moment. "Here kitty kitty kitty...." He called tauntingly to the human who was with him in the forest. He closed his eyes, a grin still on his lips. Oh yes, this human was very close now. Yes, come to daddy, fucker... He thought bitterly.