Dante puts his hands into his lab coat and looks down at the body laid out on the cold metal autopsy table. The detective next to him shakes his head and says, "This is the third one this week. Got anything new for me?"

"The poor guys been ripped to shreds. It's the same as the others. Wounds are consistent with a bear attack. I'll give National Park Services another call and let them know." Dante turns to his computer and notices an urgent email from his lab assistant. He excuses himself into his office to see what's going.

The emails reads:

To: dromulus@washington.gov

Subject: Urgent

Dr Romulus,

I have finished running the blood samples found at the crime scene and all of them came back as a match for the victim except for one. The sample found under the vics nails came back as someone elses. I am sending over the report to you now. I haven't run the sample through the system yet, but it definitely isn't animal DNA sir. Its human. I thought the last few attacks have been from a bear, you don't think there could actually be a serial killer out there do you?

I will keep you updated when the report gets run and I will also let the chief know.

Regards,

Garret Murphy

Asst. Forensic Pathologist

Dante sighs and closes his computer. He starts to pack up his things into his bag and thinks back to last night. He remembers his skin pulling apart and revealing black fur. The bright glow of the moonlight. Air rushing by and racing through the trees on all fours. He remembers sneaking up on the poor camper and the taste of metal in his mouth.

He flicks off the light to his office and doesn't say anything to anyone before leaving the building.

It's a shame really. He was beginning to like this job.