Jane Ryder, amateur occultist

Jane's stomach churning was causing her physical pain, her sweaty hands clenched the hot black leather of her steering wheel tightly and her nervous eyes paid more attention to the all encompassing woods neighboring the road than the road itself. She had felt so confident back in the lodge, but now, away from the comforting bravado of the hunters and the calm assurance of the psychics, she felt like a child entering a bear cave.

Jane allowed the car to slow to a stop before turning to face herself in the rear-view mirror brushing some of her long blonde hair behind her ear's as she did so. Staring into her own deep blue eye's and letting out one long sigh she felt just a little of the immense weight put upon herself alleviate. The forest around her was almost deathly quiet even when thee sun as still shining she could practically feel the lustful eyes of ancient and evil things lurking behind the trees, eyes that very soon would be seeing oh so much of her she thought. Jane generally loved the attention her body got her, the longing and jealous eyes on her large full breasts, the attention awarded her slim athletic belly and the secretive stares on her bottom as she passed, but the thought of baring every inch of it to strangers, or worse yet, literal monsters sent a shiver down her spine.

How her life could be different if she just turned away now, she thought, she didn't need to be the hero, she could just be Jane the beloved sexy head cheerleader that every woman wanted to be and every man wanted to be with, but no, she knew deep down she couldn't let her mother suffer that same terrible fate each and every full moon. The hunters were simply to afraid to tangle with the clan that lived near Beaver Falls, but they had provided all the information they had about the camp. She learned every twisted tale anyone cared to put to memory in that rustic lodge and poured over every even tangentially related book of occult lore she could find. Jane was a cheerleader by heart but through tedious study and sheer determination had remade herself into an adequate occultist. It came at a price however, three more months had passed since the first day she had followed her mothers naked walk into the woods, three more nights she had to hear the howling of those damned creatures and wake to see her formerly lively, supportive mothers dead, empty eyes.

On the fourth full moon she couldn't sleep, the howling seem to continue well through the night and she managed to watch her mother limp home, naked and covered with scratches and cum in the early morning sun through the blinds of her bedroom window before she disappeared into the house and locked herself in the bathroom. That was the final straw for her, she wrote a note explaining to her mother that she new everything, that she had been trying to learn how to stop it for the past months and she was going to stop it now and she wouldn't come back until she did.

Her impromptu heroism had been received less positivity than she expected at the lodge. The hunters that had regaled her with so many stories called her a fool, and the studious mentor ship that the psychics previously provided was suddenly rescinded. Old Man Mitchel was they one who stood apart from the silent condemnation and open mockery, the old hunter hobbled forward before handing her a small silver sword and said "if you ever get close enough to use it, you're already dead, but they fear the silver and if they see you draw it they'll back off."

"you're sending her to her **** old man!" shouted a young hunter nearby

"No" said Mitchel "she's going their of her own accorded I'm just giving her the means to get her sweet ass out of their."

"thank you." Jane mumbled as she inspected the weapon. It was simple despite the extravagance of its material, with a foot long blade and a three inch long cross guard.

"I know you're going in their with a specific goal in mind but any evil you can banish from that place is an achievement of a lifetime and despite the boy's words we'll all revere you for it, but kill that whore Isabella and I promise you'll be set for life."

Jane's eye's widened at the prospect, Werewolves were wild enough but warlocks now to? she could hardly imagine achieving it, still the look of admiration in the eyes of the hunters and psychics alike tempted her to try, to earn approval from these jaded teachers and scared warriors seemed a feat worth a lifetime of work.

"Remember to burn her books." called Fiona from the back of the crowed. "No good ever comes from the works of warlocks." all the psychics nodded along with her.

Jane sat forward, and gripped her steering wheel with newfound determination as she began to drive forward camp again. A fork in the road appeared soon after, a poorly maintained trail that disappeared into the forest that seemed to loom over the whole road menacingly. It provided a choice Jane hadn't been aware of.

Going to the camp meant being literally stripped of her possessions, but she could get her weapon back and she would be closer to other targets including Isabella herself. It was the only choice she thought she had originally, but it was rife with as much potential adversary as potential gain, and it would involve the abject humiliation of prolonged nudity around a bunch of horny teenagers, sadistic warlock, and likely involve hunting her **** hungry nemesis naked.

The woods would mean she could keep her clothes and tools at hand, but ironically without the safety of numbers(and the safety of whatever pact Isabella had undoubtedly made) the camp would provide, she would be more **** to the monsters she was hunting. Not to mention that she would have to face the traditional struggles of nature alone in the wilderness.