"YOU'RE EVIL"

Lacing his dagger with wolfsbane, my dad gave out a loud sigh. The last incident with George and Nameless affected his amount of ammo, so he spent his whole day restocking. The full moon was tomorrow, and he was preparing seriously for it.

I knew it would take more than my words to stop my father from hunting. I was in trepidation, hoping he would change his mind and skip tomorrow's hunt. I surveyed the basement and found a bow and a quiver of arrows hung on the wall. I nestled closer and tried to get a perfect glimpse of the weapon. It was a black metallic bow and a stainless steel quiver. "Seems tomorrow's hunt is going to be more than different," I began.

My dad glanced at the bow and said, "When I was away, I picked up archery skills. I taught your sister how to use the crossbow but didn't see the need to utilize my skill. I figured it would make less noise and of course, give me better targets."