As we made our way through the deserted halls of the school, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The monster was still out there, wreaking havoc. We didn't know if anyone else had been hurt, or what would happen if it continued its rampage. But for now, my job was to focus on getting Jackson the help he needed. We reached the clinic in record time, where the school nurse quickly assessed his injuries and got to work. While I watched Jackson receive medical attention, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had abandoned my duty as a werewolf guardian to stop the monster. But my best friend's well-being was more important than my duty to the school. All we could do now was wait and hope that the reinforcements would arrive soon enough and that they would be able to subdue the monster. Until then, all we could do was hope for the best and pray that no one else would be hurt. "Please, help my brother." a familiar voice suddenly echoed in my ears while I impatie
After the call ended, the door of the clinic also slide open. The doctor finally went out after almost an hour of waiting and I greeted him. "Doc, how's my friend?" I asked in a worried tone. "He's doing better now." the doctor said with a smile on his face. "We already stopped the bleeding and put pain reliever to ease his excruciating pain. You can visit and talk to him now." "But there were no other complications, right?" I insisted. "I mean, my friend is a rugby player and he is the brain of our team. We can't afford to get him out of the picture." The doctor nodded to his nurses, telling them to head out first. "Well, considering how deep the wound is, he can't play for about a month or two. But he can still play once it completely healed. It's just a wound, kiddo. Nothing to worry about him." He then clapped my shoulder and left the clinic along with the rest of his nurses. Right after that, I went inside to check on Jackson. "Hey, what are you still doin
"Let us go, or I'll shoot all of you," Ethan said, then he helped his brother up and dig deeper into the woods, leaving us all speechless. As soon as Ethan and Aiden's scents were already out of reach, Alex broke the moment of silence and asked, "What now? Are we just going to stay here the entire night?" "Count me out," Simon said. "I would rather sleep tonight instead of hunting a monster in the middle of the woods." then he slapped my shoulder. "dude, I know you're a good man, but do not put everything in your hands. You're not a hero. These people will not reward you with money or anything. You are Melvin Parker, a regular student, and a rugby player." "Besides, this place is no longer part of your scope as a werewolf guardian. Let's go, Simon. Maybe we could just have a drink tonight." "Get your hands off me, Alex," Simon said as they started walking away from me. "but getting drunk tonight is not a bad idea after all. The game was already canceled. And we sti
My wolf knew that we could not let the Kraken get the better of me. With a powerful surge of energy, I swam away as fast as I could, Dave in tow. As we emerged from the water, we were greeted by cheers and applause from the crowd gathered on the beach. I was feeling relieved that we made it back, but my werewolf senses were still tingling, and I felt a little uneasy. Looking back towards the water, my heart slowed down as I saw the Kraken shrivel and shrink down into a pile of seaweed. It was a sigh of relief knowing that the ordeal was over. We were grateful to be back on dry land, trembling with fear and shock at the experience we just went through. We knew our lives could have been taken underwater if it weren't for my quick thinking and werewolf abilities. We immediately ran over to Dave, who was unconscious on the sand. We were relieved to find out that he was still alive, although he was badly injured. We called for help, and soon the ambulance arrived and r
Ethan and Aiden exchanged glances again. Someone already told me about those men in masks who were turning humans into monsters but I did not get the chance to focus on them. "You can't tell them if you don't want to Aiden," Ethan said while carrying Roger's unconscious body. "But I was hoping you can tell us more about them so we could put an end to their wrongdoings, Aiden," I said with a smile on my face. "You can tell us some other time. Got it?" "You have to trust us, Aiden," Jackson added. "I was supposed to go after you because of what you did to me. I mean, look at me now. But Melvin stopped me from seeking revenge." "We're so sorry about that," Aiden uttered. "We'll, it was clear as day that it was not my fault you got that wound. You tried to save this bastard." "Enough!" Ethan cut them in. "It's already late for the blaming thing. Just give us your bank account information so we could send you the payment for your hospital bills." Until then, our conversation was put t
Karen and I had been preparing for weeks for our journey to the pack. A lot had been happening within the pack, and we needed to check on the new leadership, Julian and Jelian, to get some updates. "Did you bring all the reports?" I asked Karen on our way to the village. All report papers must be completed, especially the cases of the monsters we encountered recently. In the report papers, we will indicate the monster's name, origin, strengths, and weaknesses. That was the most important piece of information we must have during the reporting. And of course, about how we defeated them. Alpha Draku kept his records for future preferences. "I guess so," Karen said back. "As far as I could remember, I did not touch anything about the reports as soon as they landed in my hands." "Good," I uttered. "Are you ready for the reporting?" "Piece of cake." Karen extended a smile on her face. "This is most likely similar to our school reporting. But do you think the
The next day, Jackson and I were on our way to the rugby field. It was a beautiful day outside such as my mood, the sun was shining and there was a cool breeze in the air. The feeling was utterly refreshing. And we were both excited to get down to the field and join our rugby training session. Even if it was just our daily training session, my wolf could not deny his overwhelming. "Did something happen last night?" Jackson asked before he shrugged. Perhaps he already noticed that I could not drop those ear-to-ear smiles on my face. Then I stopped making a buzzing sound and turned my face toward him. "Hmmph. Maybe? Maybe not?" I said back, my voice low but calm. "Dude, are you on drugs right now?" Jackson quickly scanned the nearby places to make sure no one could hear his word. "Maybe? Or maybe not?" I said back. "But if it was a drug, perhaps it was a kind of drug that you could get the feeling you just hit the jackpot. Do you know what I mean?" Jackson
At that moment, I felt an unexplainable sense of sadness that I had never experienced before. It was not just because they were seniors like us, but they were the top students in our school. The news seemed to spread fast, and soon our classmates started to pile up outside the classroom with questions and concerns. We didn’t have any answers. Our teachers were asked to inform their homeroom students, and it was a somber day in school. People whispered in the hallway as we walked to and from class, discussing the situation. It was hard to focus on anything that day, and most teachers canceled their classes to deal with the trauma of our students. The school introduced counseling sessions for us to cope with the grief. The next few days were hard for us. Although we had the Sports Feast event, the whole school was in mourning. Everyone held a moment of silence, and the participants had black armbands to signify their respect for our fallen classmates. Slowly, we lear
"Poor little wolf," Mr. James uttered. "All your plans failed. Everyone around you died because you encourage them to be part of your vision. With just one stab of my claw straight into your heart, there is no way you could survive. But there is no fun if I do that to you." He shifted back to his human form, and with a sadistic grin, he cruelly taunted me, relishing in his superiority. He unleashed a barrage of punches to my battered face, blood spewing from my mouth with each blow. The agony intensified, yet he continued to laugh, finding pleasure in my suffering. "How does it feel, huh, Melvin?" he continued. "Does it hurt? How about removing your fingers one by one? That would be music to my ears." But amidst this relentless assault, a spark refused to extinguish within me. Determination ignited a fierce resolve upon seeing the clouds from the sky as they started to get darkened. Lightning and thunders began to emerge in the sky. And the cold wind blows straight to
"They're killing our people! Get back! Get back!" Simon screamed, his voice laced with worries and fears combined. "Melvin, do something!" "This is not what we expected to happen, Simon. Let me think first, okay?" I screamed back before digging into the deepest part of my brain on what to do in this kind of scenario. "There's no time to think." Simon insisted. "You must do something!" Simon and I stood outside the entrance of the cave, our hearts filled with terror. Before our eyes lay a scene of chaos and destruction. The dense forest surrounding the cave was already engulfed in dark smoke and flames. The crackling fire licked hungrily at the trees, transforming the once serene landscape into a fiery nightmare. And at the center of it, all stood a colossal werewolf, towering over us with an air of malevolent power. The massive creature was not just content with burning the forest. It continuously released blasts of fire from its gaping maw, directing them n
Two days ago. "So you mean we are not just facing one huge terrifying monster but hundreds of them? Are you fucking kidding me, Mr. Parker?" the Sheriff slapped his hand on the surface of the table in front of us. My wolf some of the highest-ranking officials in the city, including the mayor and the Sheriff are gathered in the mayor's office. Behind me is where Karen and Simon standing still. The urgent meeting was palpable. It was I who called for an emergency meeting as it turned out that our pack got information from a reliable source that Mr. James was busy multiplying his numbers in our neighboring cities. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Sheriff. But getting angry and raising your voice will not solve anything in this case." I replied with conviction. "You already told us in our confession that we will be using everything the police department has to stop these monsters." "Yeah, I did that." The Sheriff replied. "But what I meant to that is to use all our weapons su
"Please, don't talk anymore. The rescue team is on their way." I reached out to her hand and studied her condition. Then I glanced at those werewolf guardians who were rushing in our direction. "Hurry!" I yelled. "Melvin," Jennie breathed out my name. She grabbed something from her pocket and grasped it in my hands. "Take that. Use it for good." Out of curiosity, I opened my hand and looked at what she just handed me. In Jennie's final moments, she presented me with a syringe filled with a mysterious green liquid. As far as I could remember, it was the same serum her father had used to transform me into a human. Her voice trembled as she spoke the instructions. "Please... use this... to stop my... evil dad. He already killed all the monsters and absorbed all their powers inside him. Please, be careful of him. He was no longer the..." she managed to say before her life slipped away. Her last words hung in the air, heavy with sorrow and determination. I clut
My wolf already expected that from him. With the new blood in my veins, I don't need to get worried if things go south. We barged into the village our rifles filled with bullets. On top of that, I already convinced myself that I must do whatever it takes to get the pack from the ruthless and manipulative leaders. And that must be done by hook or by crook time is not on our side at the moment. Meanwhile, a sly smile curled on my lupine face as I locked eyes with him, my voice dripping with concealed menace. "You doubt my capabilities? Perhaps you'd like a demonstration," I asserted, my tone unyielding. "How about a one-on-one battle between you and Julian? If you decline my proposal, know that I will personally end your life, just as I did to those pitiful men in masks." The room fell silent once again, every werewolf present captivated by the intensity of the standoff. The pack leader, although conflicted, understood the truth in my words. And the power I wielded w
Simon immediately shut his mouth, and deny it or not, my wolf started to sense the worries and fears that itched his expression right after confessing to him about the killings. The last I could do is blame him for that. Simon had every right to get suspicious of me when I just got back from my complicated past of being a ripper. Needless to say, I am their most feared enemy a few hours ago. I even almost killed Karen. But I must get to the bottom of everything now that I got back my consciousness. Everything. Even if I may not get the chance to correct the past, my wolf must protect the future. Meanwhile, Simon and I stood outside in front of Jackson's parents' house, fraught with anger and betrayal. The door loomed in front of us, a barrier keeping us from the truth we needed to confront. With a furious determination, I slammed my shoulder against the wooden door, splintering the lock and sending it crashing open. There are no cops around so who the hell do I ca
The mask fragmented into countless pieces. Reality itched me as I glanced back to Karen. She's dead. And it was because of me. I killed her, my mate. And the love of my life. But how? How did it happen? Why did I do it? My brain was frozen without getting any answer to my questions until all of a sudden, an unknown power surged within me - a tempest of raw, untamed energy pushing against the confines of my skin. My wolf stirred in startled wonder; it had never experienced such magnitude of power. My eyes, once blurred, now blazed fiery red. It was the same eyes when Karen became an alpha. Shaking off the remnants of the mask, my newly amplified senses caught whiffs of a brutal battle underway – Simon and our friends combatting the malevolence of the masked men. My gaze swiveled back to Karen's prone form on the ground, heartache seizing me, her peaceful face a harsh contrast to the chaos around me. The alpha blood in me roared throughout my veins with the urg
Everyone in the room fell into a heavy silence and the weight of my accusation echoed in the air. For a moment, not a single police officer dared to speak or move. The statement lingered like a dark shadow, casting doubts and fears among those who had believed in Jackson's innocence. With eyes darting nervously, Jackson's facade finally crumbled, revealing the truths he had fought so hard to conceal. His gaze fell to the ground, unable to meet anyone else's eyes. It was in that moment, amidst the deafening silence, that the harsh reality of his actions became undeniable. As I stood there, my heart heavy with the weight of betrayal, I hoped that the officers would heed my warning. The threat Jackson posed was too grave to be ignored. It was time for justice to prevail, for those in positions of authority to be cautious, lest they too fall victim to the treacherous lies that Jackson had spun. In this moment of immense tension and revelation, the precinct becam
"What the hell is going on?" I could not help but ask myself. "Karen!" Simon called out desperately, seeing me on the verge of turning around. He rushed towards me, gripping his arm tightly, pulling me back just in time. "Don't look, Karen! Whatever you do, don't look!" "What's going on, Simon?" I voiced out my question with my eyes closed. "Why did they turn into stones? Please, do something. They're our friends." Tears welled up in my eyes as the gravity of the situation dawned on me. Fear and disbelief locked in an intense battle on my face. I clutched my arm, seeking solace and answers in my eyes. In front of me were all our friends turned into stones. The worst part of the case was that my wolf, despite my senses being heightened, could barely hear their thunderous heartbeats anymore. "Best of luck, my friends," Mr. James said, his words laced with a bittersweet tone. With a wave of his hand, he and the two men in masks disappeared, leaving only a faint ec