Chapter 112 Learning From The Past's Whispers

• Blonde Stewardess –
• I look around at everyone scared and looking straight at us. I continue speaking over the loudspeaker. "My brother and I and our cousins killed the crew last night while we partied with them. If most of you stay still and be quiet, you will not be harmed. We are what is called hunters and there are werewolves on this plane. Now if you are not a werewolf then you have no worries. If you smell a small scent of wet dog near you, then chances are you are sitting next to a werewolf."
• I hear someone snicker, and that irks me. These fools don't have any idea what's out there. As I walk up to him, a middle-aged man maybe in his 40's, I have him come to the front of the plane, and I shoot him with my silencer. His body is thrown to the ground. Are there any others out there who want to mess with me? I'm about to add to what I've said before. Unless you're a werewolf or a smartass, you'll be fine.