Chapter 42

Samuel paused to examine his reflection in a storefront window. He adjusted the line of his suit and finger combed his hair back off his forehead. His eyes locked on the strand of silver hair among the dark brown hair on his head that started at the beginning of his part and swept across his head and back along the right side. His dark brown eyes, well spaced and deep, were set in a face that while not handsome was still considered very attractive.

Everything had to be perfect tonight, tomorrow would be the full moon and he would have to be on the packs hunting ground in the hills of West Virginia for the next 5 days. The cycle of the full moon made his life difficult, at best, and sometimes impossible. Samuel was a werewolf, but unlike the werewolves of legend his pack did not hunt humans, they hunted on the pack preserve to quench the hunger that overtook them during the cycle. Samuel would be joining his father, mother and siblings along with the rest of the pack at th