He took the werewolf’s head as trophy to the village.
“Took your damn time,” the mayor complained, as he handed the reward.
The hunter could easily rip off the mayor’s head.
But he silently took the money and embarked on the next bounty.
How he hated the hunt and longed for the peace of the farm.
To grow crops and raise his sheep.
But the village would not let him be.
For slaying other monsters was the only job allowed for Victor Frankenstein’s monster.