Anna's Pov The city streets were bathed in the soft glow of street lamps as I walked aimlessly through the night. I was on the night shift as usual.I felt lost and broken, haunted by the memories of the brutal attacks we had experienced in the city.The weight of the lives lost and the pain that has been caused weighed heavily on my heart.I had always been a kind and caring person as my parents taught me to be, and the thought of harming others was absent from my nature but the curse that had befallen me had twisted my very being, awakening a thirst for blood that was now seemingly irresistible.Each night, the hunger gnawed at me, and I struggled to resist the primal instincts that urged me to hunt. I can't tell why I was feeling this way after how many years.I had lost everyone dear to me. The town I once called home was now a haunting memory of destruction.The guilt of unknowingly transforming into a wolf gnawed at my conscience, leaving me tormented and heartbroken. It had be
Officer Ralph's Pov I was so keen on figuring out what was responsible for the killings because I hadn't seen such things before. After the incidents and reports about the recent sightings of a mysterious man-like wolf creature lurking in the city. The reports were eerily similar to the attacks I had encountered during my investigation of the figure's case. Determined to uncover the truth and possibly find a way to stop these monstrous attacks, I decided to delve into the world of folklore and legends surrounding werewolves. I knew that the answers I sought might lie within the pages of ancient texts and forgotten tales.With a sense of purpose, I made my way to the city's central library. The hallowed halls of knowledge welcomed me as I stepped inside, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. I approached the librarian, a wise-looking woman with spectacles perched on her nose."Good evening, ma'am," I greeted politely. "I am looking for books or journals on werewo
Officer Ralph's Pov I sat in my living room, surrounded by a pile of file reports, my tired eyes scanning through the pages. I had been tirelessly investigating the series of gruesome murders that has plagued the city ever since the stranger's transformation, leaving behind a trail of blood and terror. The murder had reduced but I was hell-bent on finding out who or what the cannibal is. Just as I was about to delve deeper into another report, my phone rang shrilly, jolting me from my concentration. I quickly picked it up, my heart pounding with anticipation. It was a call from one of my colleagues, informing me about the discovery of an underground bunker in the woods.My pulse quickened. The underground bunker was eerily reminiscent of the hideout used by the mysterious individual I had been tirelessly tracking. I wasted no time. I grabbed my coat, badge, and a flashlight, and rushed to my patrol car. The engine roared to life as I sped toward the woods, mymind filled with a m
Kathrine's Pov "Where are you dressed like this?" "To the training ground where wolves pick a new leader""Better choose a better wolf that will become the Alpha soon" I ignored her and left. My mother has a way of making me feel bad. How is it my fault? The training grounds of the FangBlood pack was a sprawling area of open field, the moon casting its glow upon the werewolves gathered to witness the contest between Keith and Panther, another member of the Red Wolves. The anticipation crackled in the air as the two formidable warriors prepared to engage in a test of strength and skill.Keith, the tall and powerful werewolf with silver fur, projected serene assurance. In preparation for the impending conflict, he flexed his claws and stretched his limbs, releasing his muscles. His every movement showcased the grace and power inherent in his werewolf form.Panther, on the other hand, was a compact and wiry werewolf, his fur a deep shade of midnight black. His eyes gleamed with a f
Officer Ralph's Pov I stood outside the City Morgue, exhaling my visible breath in the chilly morning air. I stared at my black chain wristwatch, waiting anxiously for the arrival of Dr. Steph. Our paths had crossed before, back when we were both investigating the mysterious cannibal. Now, we were about to embark on a crucial journey together. Dr. Steph had promised to help and I was hell-bent on finding out what mysterious animal was plaguing the whole city. While I waited, I put a call through to the station, "Hello, do we have anything?" I said over the phone. "Nothing yet, Ralph. The city is quiet and calm. The boys are on watch though for any suspicious activity," the voice over the phone responded."Alright. Thank you. Let me know if anything comes up," I responded and ended the call.As the doors swung open, revealing Dr. Steph in a white lab coat, I greeted her with a nod. We exchanged a brief smile."Dr. Steph, thank you for having me," I said, my voice laced with a mix
Officer Ralph's Pov It was Dr. Steph called me back to the morgue and I had to turn back. There must be something serious. "So where did you say this led us to?" "After examining all of the bodies, although this might not be the work of the cannibal we are looking for but is suspicious, the bodies of the previous ones over the months had this mark by their waist. They had an opening by the neck like they were hanged," Dr. Steph explained, showing me pictures from her laptop. "Like meat to be butchered?" I asked, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Exactly!" So are you thinking what I am thinking?" Dr. Steph said."Not exactly. Put me on track," I answered, more curious than earlier. "A slaughterhouse. The victims had already been killed but they were taken to the slaughterhouse where their blood was drained and also the missing flesh on parts of their skin," Dr. Steph explained. "Oh my God, it's like extracting food," I said.I and Dr. Steph exchanged a determined glance, our
Officer Ralph's Pov I sat in my dimly lit office, my mind consumed with thoughts of the ongoing investigation into the mysterious werewolf attacks. As I thought about the most recent events, the mood was tense. A knock on my door prevented me from leaving as I was about to stand up.I called, "Come in." A uniformed officer with a sealed packet in his hand entered the space. "Officer Ralph, this just arrived for you," he said, extending the envelope toward me. My curiosity piqued as I took the envelope and examined it. I quickly tore open the package and removed its contents, a report that had been expertly drafted.My eyes widened in wonder as I read the report. The analysis results revealed that the drop of blood found at the slaughterhouse belonged to a man named Louis. The revelation sent a shiver down my spine. Louis was no ordinary name; I remembered the family were one secretive family to be scared of.I wasted little time after recognizing the seriousness of the circumsta
Dylan’s POV.I woke up grumpy from sleeping for almost a day. My palms closed over my face as my mouth opened in a yawn.A satisfactory grin as I stood from the bed, heading into the bathroom. A nice warm bathtub greeted me with its steam saturating the area. I smiled despite myself, a bounce in my movements as I walked over to the bathtub.My clothes fell off my shoulders in one quick move. I slid into the bathtub, feeling the heat of the water open my pours, absorbing its warmth. I let out a moan, throwing my head backwards as I sank to the bottom of the tub.The walk outside was dreary as I walked into the dining. Devin sat at one end with his hands under his jaw, locked in thought. I walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. I moaned into his ears.He was up and standing in moments, startled and with a look of surprise. I laughed at his reaction as the kitchen maid and servants stopped to stare at us, returning to their duties, when they realized it was me playing a pran