"Are you all right? Can you hear me?" I added, this time, it was my wolf who was also having a hard time breathing similar to the rest of the wolves with me in the holding cell. Don't have any idea what the man sprayed into the air but all of us, specifically our wolves, are greatly affected. Those who have low esteem just like Karen immediately reacted to it, especially the ones who just dropped their bodies to the floor. "Can't breath, Melvin, please, help me," Karen uttered inwardly. I could sense her heartbeats starting to fade off. And that also worried me the most. At any minute, I believe, Karen will end up just like the others if I will do nothing. A dead wolf. But she will not die from having a hard time breathing but getting a stab by a knife. "Shift," we are already in the middle of an undesirable situation, so I proposed to her that. It was the least my brain could think of that might save her. "You have to force yourself to turn, Karen. I already taught you how to
"What are we going to do, Karen?" My brain was already out of ideas so I throws the question to her before she could ask me. Before Karen could open her mouth, the boisterous fire drill sounds preceded her. Everyone in the room immediately reacted to the drill and rushed out of the office at the speed of light. I believe one of the werewolf hunters pulled the fire drill. To make sure no one could see us getting killed. When those employees realize the entire building has been surrounded by police officers outside, everyone, even those on the next floor above us, rushed outside. And it confuses me when they all manage to get out of the building without having any complications, without being blocked by the invisible wall. Does that mean the invisible wall was already gone? Karen was about to follow the humans in rushing outside but her body bounces back as I noticed two werewolf hunters are patiently waiting for us to get out. "We know you're in this office
By that statement, I could not help but drop my werewolf senses back to the precinct and indeed found ten dead wolves beneath us. Eleven including Karen. "What are you gonna do now, huh, young wolf?" he added before he loaded his crossbow with an arrow, then pointed straight to my heart. "Poor soul. Is she your girlfriend?" Displaying his ear-to-ear smile straight to my face boils my blood like an explosive and causes the veins in my hands and neck to pop out. He even has the audacity to smile at me when he just killed someone innocent. Someone who did not even get the chance to furthermore explore and get to know the beast inside her. And all I could see is her blood ejected out of her body and stained my hands. My eyes have to see blood a few times, but Karen's was different from those I have witnessed. Her warm blood trembled every fiber of my muscle. "I did not get the chance to confess my feelings for her, you monster," I said back in a furious tone but the tears in my eyes p
The last thing my wolf wants to happen is to make things get more complicated, so I voluntarily raise my hands and put them behind my head without removing my glare from Conrad. But I was simply holding onto my werewolf instinct that Conrad and the mad standing behind me were smart enough to do anything reckless knowing my claws and fangs are one step away from his body. "Please, let us go," I beg. "Karen and I are werewolves but not your enemies. I swear, we simply want to live a normal life with the humans." "Too late for that, young man," says Conrad before he crawled away from me. "Your little wolf already killed one of us. We always hunt those who hunt us." There he goes with his hunter's nonsense code again. It was their fucking fault Karen murdered his men in cold blood. They brought this to themselves. It's just we did not expect Karen's wolf to emerge like an explosive. "And besides, you two cannot get out of this building anymore. No werewolf has man
I stood in place, sweating with anxiety as I looked into the angry eyes of Conrad. Conrad's demeanor was as fierce as ever, glaring at me with a fury that could match that of an erupting volcano. Apart from that, I could barely see any signs of doubt in his eyes that says he is going to let us go. "The cops are on the move, Conrad," I added, matching his glare. "Karen may have killed some of the werewolf hunters but it does not change the fact that you and your men are also murderers. And by the fact that Karen is the mayor's daughter, we'll see who the cops might take side with." "There's a fire exit at the back of the fifth floor," Conrad uttered which confused me. "I am not giving you the chance because my conscience believes you are not the enemy. But let's make sure our paths will never cross again young wolf." then he withdrew and set his gun in his waist. "You said it yourself, Conrad," I replied in a firm tone. "Karen and I are already stuck in this buildi
"An immediate press conference will be held tomorrow afternoon in the school," he declared. "study and understand what was written in that paper. Think of that as your free ticket to get past this issue." "Umm... Maybe we should wake up Karen?" Jackson highly suggested it. "I mean Karen played the most crucial part in this issue, right?" "No, it's all right." says Mrs. Stanford. "it has been a rough day for her as well. She needs enough rest. Anyway, we have to go now. It's getting late. Get some rest, Melvin. See you tomorrow." Speaking of time, I could not believe that the time was already three in the morning, yet Mr. and Mrs. Stanford are still in their daughter's place, correcting the damage done by the werewolf hunters. "What about the CCTV?" my question manage to stop Mr. and Mrs. Stanford before they could reach the doorway. "Karen shifted and killed some of the werewolf hunters." "She did?" Jackson's eyes dilated in disbelief. "Cool. Who could have tho
Before I move my face closer to the microphone, I nodded to Mrs. Stanford to help her feel at ease."At first, I did believe werewolves existed. But everything changed when I, myself, manage to witness that nefarious incident back at the precinct." "I'm so sorry, Mr. Parker, but I didn't see your answer relevant to the question." insists the reporter. "Let me help you choose the right answer. Is Karen a werewolf or not?" As far as I notice, the werewolves and hunters around us slightly adjusted their bodies. It was a sign for me to get straight to the point. Similar to me, they also wanted this press conference to be done as soon as possible. On top of that, they all wanted to hear which side of the story I pick a side on. "Please take note your silence means agreeing with us, Mr. Parker." the reporter added. "and this press conference is about to end." Before I let my heart and brain decide what to pick a side, I locked eyes with Alpha Draku. Seated next to him were Julian and Jul
Jackson suddenly grabs a piece of paper and pen from his backpack and jotted down something. Then, he glances at Karen before he slides the piece of paper to my desk. "That is my suggestion regarding the case," he uttered without letting go of his glare from Karen who is seated at the front row As soon as I manage to read what was written on the piece of paper, my eyes could not help from dilating, and realized the reason Jackson chose to jot it down instead of including it in our verbal conversation. He doesn't want Karen or the rest of the werewolves around us, especially Jelian and Julian, to hear it. Speaking of Julian, he was busy talking with our human classmates but I know he was eavesdropping on the conversation. "Are you kidding me?" I blurted out before I roll the piece of paper like a tiny ball and throw it to the floor behind us. "I can't do that, dude." I insisted. "what if I get caught?" "What if the cops will find out you were lying at the press
"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