In a tavern, sitting at the edge of the room there sat a hooded figure, face down trying their best not to cause any attention. "Where am I again, damn all these towns are starting to look the same, I better ask for directions and update the map ". The problem was who to ask without causing any suspicion. Bards were playing cheery music but that was just noise to the hooded figure preventing them from thinking what an annoyance those bards were.
The hooded figure had an urge, a powerful urge to tell them to shut the hell up suddenly the doors of the tavern were busted open it seemed like they didn't have to say anything at all because at the moment the bards stopped playing, people drinking and barkeeper stopped serving there was a moment of silence.
Five individuals in armor strolled in, their heads turning left and right like they were looking for something or to be more accurate someone. Finally one of them spoke up, he seemed to be the group's leader because he walked in front of the rest.
"Listen up we're part of The Hunter's guild and we have reasons to believe that one of those mutts is hiding among you now if you're not one of them you have nothing to fear just got to check everyone here! You don't mind right." He said giving a cynical smile, he then turned around and gave the nod to one of his associates, The man pulled out a dagger from his side and gave it to the group's leader.
He spoke up again "This here is a silver dagger we're gonna place it upon your skin, if nothing happens then it proves that you're human if not well then we're going to prepare a stake fire just for you" he smiled again cynically.
"Silver, really? They're using that old superstition. Well, I guess I have nothing to worry about then", the hooded figure thought, leaning against the wall and watching the show. The leader went ahead and started with a woman, she looked to be in her early twenties, and she showed no fear.
Why would she, there was nothing for her to worry... "Ahhhhh!" She screamed as soon as the dagger was placed on her palm. This made most in the bar restless and anxious.
"She's one of them a freak, a monster!!!" a stranger said, "By the gods, she's disguised herself as one of us, let's burn her at the stake right now", another stranger yelled. Soon the entire tavern was uproared with hateful comments they no longer saw her as a person, they all glared at her like she was some demon.
"You're wrong I'm human, I'm one of you please you have to believe me " she pleaded with tears running down her face. "LIES!!!.", don't fall for her trickery she is a monster and if we let her live she'll come for your loved ones in the night, ripping them to shreds", the leader of the hunters said.
Everyone in the tavern started to approach her, some with weapons, some with broken glasses the rest with broken wood made from the chairs they were sitting on. The girl looked absolutely terrified there was nothing she could do, she was surrounded. She could try to run but to where all the exits had been blocked. She tried speaking to them once more but nothing came out of your mouth, all she could do was cry knowing what her faith was.
The Hunters rushed at her, binding her arms and legs, she resisted but it was no use. One particular tall member of the hunter group placed her on his shoulder. "We're going to burn her at the stake if anyone wishes to see this monster die for threatening the lives of you innocent folk come along!" the leader yelled.
They all cheered in unison following the hunters out of the tavern was the brutal execution, even the barkeeper left with them. After a few minutes, the tavern was empty, well not 'completely' empty; only one individual remained, the hooded figure who was dumbfounded by what they saw. "What the hell was that!" the hooded figure exclaimed in disbelief. "There's no way that girl was like me I would sensed it and even if she was silver shouldn't have done anything to her", the hooded figure said.
They noticed the dagger used was on the floor, it must've fallen off during the chaos. They picked it up and observed it. "Huh this seems pretty normal to me, I'm not seeing any runes or enchantments this doesn't even look like silver". They placed their finger on the blade. "Ah", they felt a burning sensation, it was quite painful but they'd felt worse before, and then slowly the burn started to heal. The hooded figure looked at the dagger more closely, noticing a drop of liquid easy to miss if not paying attention, it also seemed like the blade was slightly burnt in a way.
They placed the knife on a table then a sizzling sound was heard removing the blade they found a blackish mark left on the table. "Some kind of acid or something, a nice con it's amazing how humans can be fooled so easily", the hooded figure said.
Moments later laughter was heard from the tavern door, coming in was one of the men from the hunter group he was slim and had black hair. He then saw the hooded figure holding the dagger, he locked eyes with them showing a stunned expression. There was silence for a few moments, the hooded figure simply dropped the dagger and walked leaving the tavern. Leaving the tavern the hooded figure saw the girl who had been falsely accused tied to the stake, they hadn't begun burning her yet they were still fetching wood for that.
She lost her voice in the tavern but now she couldn't stop screaming and crying begging for mercy. "What a shame, but that's just how humans are", the hooded figure muttered. They were walking away from the execution trying to avoid attention, they soon entered an alley. Up ahead they could see two men that belonged to the 'hunter's' group, they looked behind where they came from another two more men also blocked it.
Coming forward between the two was their leader, he was a bald and muscular man with no defining features, honestly if it wasn't for the armor he was wearing he'd be quite forgettable. "One of my men informed me you uncovered our little trick. Unfortunately for you lad, we can't exactly let you go after that, don't know who you might exactly you might blab to.", the leader said, giving that cynical smile he gave more than once in the tavern.
The leader then nodded to all of his men, they all unsheathed their swords from their waist they started to approach the hooded figure. The hooded figure was quiet not saying anything, then their claws started to grow, they didn't just grow, they became thick and solid, gaining a slight tint of black to them. One of the men came forward and started to speak, "We'll make this qui—", before he could finish a slash appeared on his face diagonally, it was deep going all the way to the neck. He dropped dead, blood running from his lifeless corpse.
The hooded figure stood above it with blood in his, and his claws more visible to the rest of them. They were stunned for a while, but then the leader yelled, "Kill him now he's the real deal!!!". The remaining four charged toward him with their swords. One try to swing his sword vertically at the hooded figure caught him by the neck holding him in the air and crushed his neck quickly.
Another tried to swing his sword at the hooded figure this time horizontally, the hooded figure caught the sword they bled but their hand still remained intact, the hooded figure broke the sword in half and used his broken half and stabbed the man attacking them at them blood spilled and they fell down choking.
The leader witnessing the death of all of his men was frightened, it showed as he was shivering he tried to flee but the hooded figure caught him by the neck and held him against one of the alley's walls. The leader struggled with all his might but it was useless. For the first time the leader got a close look into the hooded figure.
They had glowing yellow eyes but that wasn't all they also had abnormal teeth with their incisors elongated and their canines. "You're a you're a ", the leader tried to speak but was having trouble due to his neck being choked. "Yeah a werewolf", the hooded figure crushed the leader's neck and let their corpse fall to the ground.