This long chapter is almost done there is only about two or three more parts left.  So hang in there. 

Adam looked into the darkness of the basement.  He could see only the cage bars ten feet away.  The werewolf was hiding in the deep shadows.  It was watching him; he could feel it.  There was an equal balance between the hunter and the hunted, they both had disadvantages.  The hunted had only one arm, the hunter couldn’t see in the darkness.
    The moon didn’t lighten much of the shadows of the basement.  He could see small flames from candles deeper into the darkness.  Movement caught his eye; he shifted his shotgun toward it.  The lights in the basement suddenly flickered on.  He glanced in and saw his son, two pistols trained on the door to a sub room.  William’s face and clothing were bloodied.  William looked at his father and flashed a quick grin; Adam returned the grin and nodded slowly in acknowledgement.
    William’s grin vanished, he pointed at a spot right under the window Adam was standing above with his pistol.  Pumping the shotgun, Adam nodded briefly and looked down.  The werewolf was right under him the entire time, stalling.  In a flash, the werewolf stood up and drove its remaining arm through the window.  Glass shattered around the thick arm, Adam pulled the trigger but it was jammed.  Roaring, it scratched at Adam’s legs, he jumped back.  Too slowly though.  A long talon dug into his leg, pulling the tendons.  Adam screamed and kicked the werewolf’s long snout. 
    It yelped but kept its claw imbedded in his leg.  The werewolf pulled the claw down, shredding the skin and muscles.  Adam lost his balance and fell on his back, dropping the shotgun.  Snarling, the werewolf let go of the leg, only to tighten all fingers around Adam’s leg.  The werewolf started pulling Adam closer to the window, snapping its jaws; spittle flew from its mouth and onto his chest.  He kicked the werewolf twice in the gum, with no avail. 
    On the second kick, his foot struck the roof of the werewolf’s mouth.  Large jaws clamped onto his ankle.  Adam screamed again as the fangs tore through the bones of his right ankle.  Warm blood ran down his leg, darkening his jeans in its trail.  Both legs were trapped, his left in the clawed hand, his right in the werewolf’s jaws.  When he tried to pull his left leg free, the werewolf gripped harder.  Crying out in frustration, Adam reached back for the shotgun.
    He grabbed the butt of the gun, lifted it off the ground.  Lifting his upper body, he aimed at the werewolf and fired.  The buckshot hit the werewolf’s left shoulder and neck, along with the top of the window frame.  Jagged splinters of wood and blood struck his legs.  The werewolf howled in pain, immediately releasing Adam’s legs.  Using his arms and the gun barrel, he scooted back from the window.  He looked into the window; the werewolf was staring at him, a deep growl in its throat. 
    The werewolf wrapped its long fingers around the splinters on the window frame.  Digging its claws into the brick above the window, it jerked its hand back.  The wood splintered like a twig and the brick turned to dust.  The werewolf snarled and proceeded with enlarging and widening the hole.  Adam pumped the shotgun; the werewolf ducked a split second before he pulled the trigger.  Orange sparks jumped as the pellets slid against the metal bars of the cage.  The werewolf returned in the view of the moonlight. 
    Adam knew he wouldn’t survive much longer with Andre in his bestial form.  The way to kill Andre was to make him return to his normal human form.  He scooted farther back from the window and dug through a coat pocket.  He pulled a small plastic bag out of his pocket.  It was wolfs bane, poison to humans, deterrent to werewolves.  The werewolf was using its remaining arm to drag itself out of the window.
    Its jaws were snapping wildly at the air, eager to taste Adam’s blood again.  Adam kept crawling further away from the yellow fangs, his useless legs dragging painfully on the ground.  He paused to open the bag, concentrating on the inside of the werewolf’s jaws.  The bag spun in the air and into the werewolf’s throat.  The effects were instantaneous.  When the poisonous contents spilled into its throat, the werewolf’s snarl turned into a choked scream.
    It started convulsing violently, a piercing scream splitting the air.  The werewolf was forced out of its inner bestial form and into the outer, much weaker human shell.  Adam watched numbly as the werewolf’s snout cracked, shortening to a bleeding nose.  The limbs snapped and its innards shifting as the body grew smaller.  Seconds later, the forced transformation was complete.  Andre Bronson doubled over, and then collapsed to the ground shaking.   
    Andre cut into a fit of wracking coughs.  He controlled the coughs and let out weak breaths.  A sheen of sweat glowed in the moonlight on his dark skin.  Dark sweatpants absorbed the darkness must have added to the sweat.  Adam pumped the shotgun again; he had two more rounds to kill his nemesis.  Andre jerked his head up and snarled, lips receding from gleaming fangs.
    Quickly reeling back on his elbows, Adam was shocked.  When a werewolf is exposed to wolfs bane; it takes at least two hours to get it out of their system, then they can turn again.  The werewolf is always dead long before they can turn.  Hunters never took any chances, when their enemy was weak; they ended the werewolf’s life within minutes.  Never had the werewolf recovered that quickly from wolfs bane exposure.  It was impossible, a hunter’s worst nightmare.  This battle to the death had to end now.
    He recovered from his shock as Andre stood up growling.  His pupils were returning to the furious gold, the whites to the ember.  Adam stared deeply into the werewolf’s eyes.  He could see the ember snake into the gold like tentacles, widening so the entire eye was the entrance to the fiery pits of Hell.  Adam felt no pity for the beast snarling in front of him.  He always slept easily at night after a successful hunt; because he knew it was one less beast slaughtering cattle or young couples who were camping for their honeymoon.