I know it has been a while, but I can no longer leave my story incomplete. I am introducing the second of many chapters to you in the extended work section.  I will try not to leave you hanging like this, but I probably only get internet once every one to two weeks, so hang on and savor what I have written.
                                                A Bottle of Brandy & a Pint of Irish Beer,
                                                                 -TurboWolffe ;)
P.S: If the moon theme seems over used, remember, the moon is evrything to a werewolf.  Without the moon, there is no werewolf.  It is the very essence of their souls.

Silver Moon: Chapter# 2:

I flung the lifeless body of the pale demon to the ground, in front of the leader.  He surveyed it carefully and grinned with pleasure.
"You have surely earned an honorable raid, my friend."

I stood, silently pleased, and waiting for what he would say next.  After all, he was the leader of this large clan, and I was only one of the sub-leaders.
Thorden, the clan leader, glared at the lifeless and pale body of the vampire.  His yellow eyes seemed to pierce the flesh, searching for something.
"Take this to your human dwelling, burn it in the sun, and bring me the bones the next full moon.  Take a rib-bone for yourself, for each of the troop leaders shall have one to pierce the heart of each one of the dark, bloodsucking souls they find.  I will find a use for he rest of the bones when it comes to me, if not, though, we shall just dispose of them in the darkness of the lake.  The skull, on the other hand, shall rest on a pole before our territory.  That should intimidate Vlad a bit, and put him in a dangerous situation."  Thorden grinned again, his silver, tapered teeth glinting in the alluring moonlight.
I reached down to pick up the corpse, flung it back over my shoulder, and raced through the trees, back to my "human dwelling" as Thorden called it.  I could only find one, natural place to put it: I flung it before the wooden door that I had spent so long rubbing garlic into, and took a metal, pointed cross and plunged it into his chest.  I had to wait until morning, when my mother would surely discover it, before even considering touching it.  Then I could surely burn it properly in the early morning sun. 
I was about to leave it there when I remebered one last thing.  I gripped the demon's garments, and ripped them into shreds with my teeth.  I was hoping it would look more natural.  After that, I left him there, cloaked in the silvery, mystical veil cast by the moon's glow. 
The darkness of the trees drew me in as I ran to one of my favorite peaks in the mountains.  The kind moon that I had known for so long guided me without fault as I made my way up the familiar, mountain path.
The peak jutted out in front of the moon as a dark sihlouette.  A peaceful wind blew around the rocks as I slowly mounted the final rocks of the mountainside.  I stood there, on the peak, savoring the wind in my dark fur as the kind, caressing touch of the moon's silvery veil was cast down on me.  Although the hunger for flesh still gnawed at my insides, I let the peacefulness of the moon spill over me.  I let it soak into my fur, let it stir around inside me, let my wild nature fall asleep.  Then I suddenly awoke that wild beast inside me, and unleashed a long, drawn out howl that echoed across the land.