Craig….
Classic hunter, who fell in
love with his prey, is what we have here.
Craig has been trained, abused,
and generally treated like one of the men as his father went crazier and
crazier in the hunt to kill all werewolves.
Fortunately for him Craig
ran into Phil, a werewolf he wasn’t able to kill
The beast blinked his eyes at Craig and his mind told him to run. He
was in trouble. He needed help. He needed to pull the trigger and end the
animal’s life.
Those eyes were magnificent.
Oh, God, mate, kill it. Kill it right now!
Eyes of a deep dark colour that Craig couldn’t see, but had a feeling
were blue, stared up at him as if it were seeing something—someone—other than
Craig. The shock and sadness had him flinching on the inside as he looked down,
wanting nothing more than to be that person this beast saw.
Kill it! Now! Before it fucks up your thinking all together.
From this moment Craig
started seeing how wrong his father way, though if he were honest with himself,
he had probably always had, but the pull to get back to his werewolf made
hunting them a whole lot harder.
The thing was, Craig hooking
back up with Phil probably wasn’t the best things that could have happened to
his werewolf lover. But then, the hunters would have been at there door either
way, and though they might have won the battle, they sure as hell wouldn’t have
learnt anything.
I love Craig, have ever since
he popped into my head. I think because he is ruthless, bloodthirsty and
generally doesn’t give a fuck what people think.
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