CHAPTER 126
AUTHOR'S POV
In Scotland, there lived a man named Wilson. He was a known hunter in the whole of Scotland, well respected and also feared.
He had a strong physique, with broad shoulders and a nice, sturdy build. His tanned skin, which was weathered-beaten by years of exposure to his line of work, piercing eyes that had seen many things.
Wilson had spent thirty years as a hunter and even now, as he is fifty years, he was yet to retire. He had made a proclamation that he would die as a hunter. Despite his age, he was still as strong but maybe not as much as before, but he was strong enough.
Rumors of his legendary prowess as a hunter, with tales of his skills and bravery were well known among the people of Scotland, even visitors and little of outsiders, who knew where his tales had reached.
Wilson lived in the picturesque countryside of Scotland, in an area that shared similarities with the Scottish Highlands but was not as remote.
Wilson loved where his home was, surrounded by ancient woodlands and meadows, his cabin was removed from the hustle and bustle of city life, just like he loved it to be.
His home was of sturdy tinder and rough-hewn stone. A curl of smoke rose from the stone chimney, signaling the warmth and comfort that awaited within. One could scent the smell of pine from the nearby forest and feel the cozy warmth emanating from within.
Though it may seem isolated, but the cabin was not far from civilization, it was accessible via a winding dirt road that winds its way through the countryside. It was a perfect balance between solitude and connection to the world outside.
Wilson had an armory, a small room which was adjacent to the main living quarters of his cabin. This room was dedicated to storing his weapons and hunting gear. His armory was neatly arranged, with shelves and racks that lined the walls to showcase his impressive collection of weapons.
Spears, bows, ruffles, which were carefully arranged within easy reach for quick access. He even had weapons that he had made himself.
There were traditional bows, arrows to finely crafted rifles, Wilson had every weapon a hunter desired. Stepping into the armory, one is usually greeted by the scent of oiled leather and polished wood and by now he was already used to the scent, in fact, he loved the scent.
The joy it brings to him when he walks in and the scent clouds his nose and mind.
In each of the hunter's weapons, there was something, a signature, or mark and made him know his weapons. They also make his weapons stand out.
This morning, the hunter rose with the first light of dawn, his senses kin and stretched his limbs, feeling the stiffness of sleep give away.
He brushed, showered and then dressed up. His outfit for today's hunt was donning sturdy trousers and a weathered jacket, both adorned with pockets and compartments to hold his gear. He laced up his boots too.
From there, he visited his armory, selected the weapon of his choice for the day. He did not have any serious mission, just normal hunting and moving around the forest, maybe if he encountered anything that would be fine.
His days of where he would be called for some hunting skills were a bit slow now, it's been two years and no call for him, so he just does other things with his skills to pass time.
He had his tranquilizer gun and bow. He checked the tensed of his bowstring and his rifle, which he would also carry along.
Furthermore, he felt his back hook a bit, and he bent and turned to the left and right, there was a crack sound and Wilson sighed in relief, "I am indeed getting old but still strong," he said proudly of himself.
Before setting out, he gathered his supplies, a cool of rope, a canteen of water, a small pack containing some essentials, like first aid, a compass, and a map of the area.
When he was then, it was then that Wilson decided to prepare a simple but hearty meal to fuel his body for his day ahead. He looked up a skillet of eggs and bacon, pairing it up with a slice of crusty bread and a steaming cup of coffee, "mmm, delicious as always," he said as he enjoyed every bit of his breakfast.
As soon as he finished eating, he packed up some fruits and light snacks he may want to eat during his little hunt for anything interesting. He took one last look around his cabin, making sure he had not forgotten anything of importance to him.
When he is satisfied and fully prepared, he shoulders his pack and sets out.
This was where he found the wolf, tranquilized it and brought it back home, only for him to come back minutes later, to check on the wolf which he tied up, was now growing legs, hands and taking the form of a human being.
Confusion and shock gripped the man as he whispered in disbelief, "Is this some kind of trick?"
Wilson immediately grabbed his tranquilizer gun, still watching the wolf change and when the wolf had changed completely into human form, there was now a man standing in front of him.
The man turned around, losing the ropes as he easily slipped out from the ropes and snarled at Wilson.
"What are you?", Wilson asked as he refused to believe what his mind was telling me.
For the first time, it said, "You should have left me alone in the forest."
"You were going to attack me," Wilson said back, unsure of how to take all this in. He was still in shock, trying to get the hang of it all.
"I was watching you, to see if you will retreat and when I moved, it was to leave, not attack you foolish human," It said to him, "Let me go now and no one will have to get hurt."
"I haven't had any reasonable hunt in two years, what if this was it? Who would believe that I caught something fictional?", Wilson said to himself in his mind as he debated whether to let this werewolf man go or not, "This would be more than legendary, he had heard other hunters talk about knowing that one was real, but they never had any full evidence, now he does, it came to him, he can't just let it slip away."
Wilson heard a growl, it seemed like the wolf man was getting a sense of what might happen.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go," Wilson said and immediately shot the man.
The wolf man got more angry as he looked at the tranquilizer on his chest, pulled it out and looked back at Wilson, "Do not think this will stop me from shredding you apart!"