"Both, I guess." Simon heaved a sigh. Our dilemma started to burst when Coach Green took the first few applicants through their paces on the field. The vampire students moved with lightning-fast speed and agility, dodging and weaving past their opponents with ease. The sound of growling and snarling was unmistakable as Simon and I watched from the sidelines. We continued watching in amazement as the vampire students continued to dominate the field. We watched as one of the vampire students tackled the ball carrier with incredible force, sending him flying across the field. It was at that moment that I realized that these vampires weren't anything like they had ever seen before. It was then that Coach Green noticed us observing the tryouts from the sidelines. He called our names and ordered us to join in the tryouts. "You boys think you can do better? Prove it!" he shouted. "Maybe I should back out now." Jackson chickened out. "I mean, I can graduate without t
After a long pursuit, my wolf finally caught up with the bloodsucker. He was crouching by the tree, cradling the kid in his arms. He turned around and sneered at me, his eyes glowing red. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't drain the life out of this poor child, wolf," he said, enjoying to her the continuous weeping of the kid. I could not help but clench my fists, feeling my claws extend. "Because I won't let you," I growled. The vampire bared his fangs, hissing menacingly. My wolf could see that he was a powerful and experienced vampire, with years of combat experience under his belt. He had long black hair, sharp features, and a lean, predatory build. But my wolf was not intimidated. I knew that, if necessary, I could fight him to death in order to save the kid. In a few seconds, Karen appeared. Perhaps she already locked the old woman back in the car. But accompanied by her appearance, the vampire made a sudden, lightning-fast move, darting towards
The next morning, the vampire woke up and found himself locked up in a cell, surrounded by the werewolf pack behind me. I stepped forward and began the interrogation as planned. Our one-on-one conversation started when I asked the vampire who their leader was, what they were doing in the city, what their purpose was, and if he knew about the vampire students in school. The vampire, who was still groggy from being locked up, tried his best to avoid my questions. He was a cunning and manipulative creature and had been trained to withstand any interrogation attempts. But my wolf wasn't going to give up that easily. I kept questioning the vampire, probing him further and further until finally, the vampire relented. "I will tell you what you want to know, but I need reassurance that you will let me go," said the vampire, his voice raspy and hoarse. "Nice try, but that's not going to happen. You're going to answer my questions or face the consequences." my wolf could not help but scoff
"Please, I need blood," he added. "I can't leave without drinking blood." We already meet a few vampires in school but none of them were desperate of drinking blood. Who is this vampire in front of us anyway? And why is he different from the ones we have already seen? Not that my wolf is worried about his chance of survival but I could not help myself but wonder. Is it in their nature to drink human blood in order to survive? What if they could not drink blood, are they going to die eventually? "Say something, Melvin." Simon broke the moment of silence between the six of us in the basement. Seven including the vampire in front of us. Actually, I could not count how many of us are in the basement already if we are going to include those skinless bones around us. Hundreds if not a thousand perhaps. "We are also wolves. I can feel your bothering mind. They are feeding and bothering our consciousness. So better ask if you have questions." he added. "And we don't
Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my wolf down. Then I focused on my breathing, trying to push away the anger that was threatening to overwhelm me. But as I watched Alex body check one of my teammates and laughed, my wolf could not hold back any longer. "Melvin, what are you doing?" Jackson started getting worried. "We will end up the training session with broken bones, Jackson. I need to do something. Alex is doing this on purpose." I said back, my voice started to become a growl. With a roar, I leaped forward with my fangs bared and claws out. Alex's eyes widened in terror as he realized the mistake he had made. I landed on his feet, and, with a swift movement, knocked Alex to the ground. The rest of the players on the field stopped what they were doing, watching with a mixture of horror and fascination as my transformation continued. Jackson and Simon quickly moved to restrain my wolf before I could hurt anyone. "Get off me!" I snarled, struggling to bre
Part of me wanted to join Karen by attacking the vampire but I could not help but ask out of curiosity and confusion. "Did he just breathe out our names? Or am I exaggerating things?" "No, you're not exaggerating things, Melvin," Jackson said back. "That vampire certainly recognized you and Karen." Jackson felt his heart racing as he saw the vampire's eyes glow with an unearthly light. He knew that we were in danger, but he also knew that this was his chance to make a difference. So he rushed towards the vampire, his stake held high. The vampire dodged his attack easily, sending him crashing into a nearby wall. Karen and I continued to fight the vampire, but he was too powerful for us. Just as he was about to sink his fangs into Karen's neck, an unexpected figure appeared. "Conrad?" I could not help breathing out his name. Even if the place was a bit dim, my wolf knows for a fact he was Conrad because I know his scent. And as far as I could remember, the l
Alex wanted to talk but all I could hear from his mouth was his moaning. He also tried to loosen up the ropes and chains we wrapped from his body while his tears kept pouring from his eyes. "I will remove the scotch tape from your mouth. But promise me you will not scream okay?" I said before I enhanced my werewolf senses and dragged them to the living area to check on Jackson and Karen in her room. Alex nodded. But the second I removed the scotch tape I covered from his mouth, my eardrums almost exploded from his sharpness, and continues screaming. He leaves me with no choice but to put the scotch tape back into his mouth. "Who could have thought Simon was right," I said, feeling back at the silence of the room. "You, vampires are not worth our trust. I'm trying to be good to you, but you declined to cooperate." Two hours later, Karen and Jackson were surprised after seeing my room was already empty apart from the ropes and chains we wrapped on Alex's body. Fo
I did not finish watching the entire scene so I slide to the bathroom and took a bath, then packed up for school. As soon as I stepped foot on the school's premises, my werewolf senses immediately searched for Simon's whereabouts. But instead of Simon, my senses first found Jackson and Karen walking in the hallway together. And I found it a bit odd when they don't usually walk together. So I was thinking about what happened last night. Perhaps they were talking about me doing the right thing letting go of Alex instead of killing him because that was what they believed at first until I confessed. "What's up guys? Did I miss something?" I shrugged them both and smiled. Karen smiled back. "We were just talking about stuff, Melvin. Don't worry, your best friend was not hitting on me. And just to be clear, he is not my type." Jackson contorted in disbelief, especially when he saw me staring at his face and could barely drop the ear-to-ear smile on my face. And I
"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