Chapter I
I silently knelt down near the edge of the roof and aimed my sniper rifle at a werewolf named Phelix, who was in the middle of a campaign speech. I was on top of a museum in New York. The strap connected to my sniper rifle, made its way down my upper-arm to around my elbow. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with hot air. My hood covered my face, protecting it from the sun.
Phelix and his kind wanted power. My duty was to prevent him from succeeding...
A: it was alright a few run-ons but they can be fixed. i just got to say vampires and werewolves are a bit over done. personally i love them and the are very intriguing but you should try a different type of you know.
