AUTHOR'S POV

Wilson was already prepared for anything, he knew damn well already that he would have to shoot some more to bring it down.

Before the werewolf could launch at him, he gave him more shots. More at his chest, his legs, and shoulders.

The werewolf's breathing seemed to slow down as he grunted and fell to his knees, "It's better to stop fighting it," Wilson said, getting close to the werewolf in front of him.

"You better hope you survive this", The werewolf said, and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Quick, I need to find out some information but first, I need to find out...