James O'flannigan had suffered the wrath of Viola, he had indeed said that he was an O'Flannigan but at the same time he had wrongfully accepted to be the murderer which he was not, she had spoken fast and made several questions at once and used her powers to force him speaking, when she found out that he was not Jeb O'Flannigan she had rudely drop him against the forest's ground.

A second later she had felt something and James felt it too it was a strangely cold breeze with a mixted whiff of wolf and human, James reckoned the scent of his brother, no other human being can smell so bad after so many days of not bathing, but there was something mixted in that scent, something not human, something wolfish and savage.

Both James and Viola ran after it in different paths getting deeper and deeper in the haunted forest, James only hope was to put a bullet in his brothers chest to end his life of crime before he would kill again, that way maybe some honor would be restored to the family, but in the current circumstances a common bullet might not be enough.

James found himself lost in the woods in no time, strange footsteps of an oversized wolf could be tracked, he just didn't wanted to track them anymore.

A loud savage howl stabbed his ears, very close, in a moment he was surrounded by wolves but they did not dare to approach, just their red eyes would shine in the dark.

But all of the sudden a seven feet tall warewolf walked out of the bushes on his hairy neck the gold cross of Jed O'Flannigan was still pending and he was still wearing pants though pretty ragged ones, they looked exactly like Jeb's, James tossed his rifle aside knowing that it is silver and not lead bullets that kill warewolves, but instead of killing him the warewolf took him from the collar and dragged him depper into the forest to that lonely spot where the Dark Cult meets.

(OCC now Im not saying that all warewolves are evil or come from Dark Cults)