The sheriff's hunt

As the sun began to set on the small town of Millfield, Tom stepped out of his car and looked up at the sky. The first stars were starting to appear, and he knew that meant the full moon was only a few nights away. He shuddered at the thought of what might happen when it rose, and turned his attention to the task at hand. He was the new sheriff in town, and he had a job to do.Tom made his way towards the sheriff's office, taking in the sights and sounds of the town as he went. Millfield was a sleepy little place, nestled in a valley surrounded by dense forest. The buildings were old and weathered, but well-maintained, and the people were friendly, if a bit guarded around outsiders like Tom.As he walked into the office, Tom was greeted by his deputy, a grizzled old man named Hank. Hank had been the sheriff before Tom, but had stepped down to make way for the new blood. Tom respected him, but knew he had big shoes to fill."Evening, Hank," Tom said, nodding in greeting. "Anything new

Tom stood up and brushed himself off. He looked down at his watch and saw that several hours had passed since he had first entered the park. He had no memory of what had happened in the intervening time.As he made his way back to his car, Tom couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He felt as if he was being watched, and he kept looking over his shoulder. When he finally got into his car and started the engine, he let out a deep breath of relief.He drove back to the station, his mind racing. He had to find out what had happened in the park, and he had to do it fast. He knew that he couldn't do it alone, so he called Jane and asked her to meet him at the station.When she arrived, Tom briefed her on what had happened in the park. Jane listened carefully, her face grave."Do you think it was the werewolf?" she asked.Tom nodded. "It's the only explanation. I think it attacked me."Jane frowned. "But why would it just leave you there? Why didn't it kill you?""I don't know

Martinez nodded. "Agreed. And Tom, we need you to stay on this case. You have a personal stake in it now, and your insights could be invaluable."Tom sighed, but he knew the detective was right. He couldn't let his fear hold him back. "Okay, I'll stay on the case."As they left the crime scene, Tom couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the werewolf than they realized. He needed to find out what it was, before it was too late. Over the next few days, Tom threw himself into the investigation, working long hours and poring over files and evidence. Jane helped whenever she could, but she had her own job and responsibilities to attend to.Despite their efforts, however, they were no closer to identifying the werewolf. They had found no connections between the victims, and no witnesses had come forward with any useful information.Tom was getting frustrated, feeling like they were hitting a dead end. He needed a break, a fresh perspective.He decided to pay a visit to the loca

Tom looked back and could not see anyone, he looked at the mirror again and the person was really gone.He rushed out of his car and ran toward the direction he saw the person but he could not find anything anymore.He was so frustrated.He returned to his car and angrily kicked his car tires! Without wasting any more time, he drove his car straight to the office and walked into the station with the lunch pack in his hand.Immediately he met with the cleaner who gave him a warm smile and a polite greeting.His mood was quite bad, so he only gave a fake smile before handing the meal to her."It's a homemade meal, personally made by me, just have it" he said and walked away expecting her extra greeting because he could she won't stop thanking him if he had waited a little while."Morning" Dave greeted and Tom nodded and entered his office. He hung his jacket and sat down on the chair, resting his back as his mind was far from settling."Morning sheriff" Hank greeted as he worked in wit

Emily was surprised, twice in a day did men get attracted to her random painting and it's quite shocking for her."Yes sir" she replied."Hallelujah!" Father John said and stared at the painting in his hand.He looked up at her face for quite a while as he still finds it hard to believe that she drew it."Did you see this painting somewhere or you thought of this?" He asked and Emily chuckled. She felt she was underestimated by the man in her presence."Father, I did the painting myself and I just sat here and the inspiration of the painting dropped in my mind"Emily said and Father John gave a slight nod. "Did you recently start painting or have you done a lot more than this?" Father John asked as Emily was looking quite lost in the conversation."A lot more" she replied and father John nodded before returning the drawing pad."Whenever you are free, bring your painting over, let go through them and I can see your work is quite inspirational. I will love to invite you over and make