[b]ANTHAR[/b]

The night before the full moon. The night before the shit hits the fan. 

Anthar woke with a start. His cloths were wet with sweat, and his heart was beating like a hummingbird's wings. The past few weeks he had had the same nightmare every night. His mentor Randal beating him up, yelling "YOU MURDERED ME!" over and over again. [i]No point in trying to sleep again. I need some strong alcohol.[/i]

An hour later after a shave and a hot shower Anthar was getting in his car. The ride to the local pub from his rented apartment was a ten minute drive. He spent that time thinking, savoring, the thoughts of the hunt that would surely take place tomorrow night. He arrived at the pub, and parked his '67 Impala on the street nearby. He got out and walked towards the doors of the pub. He saw a young man jogging from the other direction. The man stopped at the pub doors, and was just about to open them when a figure came crashing through the door, falling on his face. From where Anthar was standing he could see that the figure's arm was bleeding terribly. Then he recognized the figure. It was Thomas. And right after Thomas came walking out of the pub Yvette and Dimitri. Anthar put a hand on one of his pistols. He didn't know them very well, but he was told by fellow clansmen that Dimitri was a funny guy. The young man who was jogging ran into the pub yelling something, and Dimitri ran in after him. Yvette was kneeling by Thomas, and a few seconds later Dimitri was back with what looked like a medkit. Another girl came out of the bar and knelt at Yvette's side, saying something. Anthar started running to where Thomas had fallen, but by the time he got there Yvette was already driving off with Thomas in the backseat of her Camaro. Anthar was about to turn to Dimitri to ask what happened when another really tall man came out out of the pub and asked Dimitri with a really strong accent (Irish or Scottish, Anthar didn't really know the difference) the very same question. Anthar waited to hear Dimitri's answer, when Anthar's phone beeped. He saw he received a message from the clan-leader, James. It read:
"Hey, it's a full moon tomorrow, anyone wanna do some planning?
 -James"

[i]I hate it when people sign their name at the end of an SMS when the people receiving it obviously have you saved on their phone.[/i] Anthar looked back up from his phone.

"Hey, wanna go plan for the hunt tomorrow?" Anthar asked Dimitri. He noticed the other guy standing there had also heard his question.