This is a one of my writing. I haven't finished yet but I think it's quite good. I hope you like it.

Why I hate werewolves!

Chapter one

It was late at night, the sky was dark, i’m in the forest hunting for warthogs. Just then I heard something running, and then I hear a howl, I look out from behind the tree which I am hiding behind, get my aim right and Bong! The arrow went straight though the pig. I crouch and go to collect the warthog, I get smashed into by something furry and strong.

I go rolling into the bushes. I take a peek through the bush and it see a massive manlike wolfeman with blood red teeth coming toward me.

Chapter two

I don’t want to move because he might hear me and chase me.