Chapter 14: Legend

Standing by the window and observing the dark clouds, John Hayford could tell that it was going to be a full moon the following night. Werewolves were going to be shifting, howling and running through the night. It was what they usually did, the man thought with his face twisted in annoyance.

John picked up a glass of wine that was sitting on a stool beside him. He slowly started moving the glass, observing it's content. He then inhaled for a second before taking a sip. He let the wine linger in his mouth as he savored the taste.

A smile soon appeared on the man's face that made the wrinkles by the side of his eyes pretty obvious. He was satisfied with the taste of this wine.

John Hayford was a tall, lean man with a receding hairline who always wore a monocle over his left eye. He had a sharp gaze and a brilliant face. He was a master minder who easily came up with excellent plans. With all the money he had, the man didn't have friends. He preferred to sit in his cold, dark office a