Chapter Fifteen

The morning sun bathed the streets of Gaza in a golden glow as Beverly stepped out of her house, a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She had slept soundly, the weight of her recent triumph against the werewolves lifting from her shoulders, at least for a moment. Little did she know that the day held a surprise for her.

As Beverly made her way toward the front of her house, she noticed a growing commotion on the street. Her heart swelled with curiosity as she approached the gathering crowd. And there, in the center, she saw familiar faces, a mix of fit fighters and recovering survivors who had recently escaped the clutches of the werewolves. But what struck her the most were the new faces, people who had been drawn by the tales of her bravery and the hope she had ignited within the hearts of the people of Gaza.

As the crowd caught sight of Beverly, a collective cheer erupted, their voices blending into a chorus of praise and appreciation. They hailed her as their hero, their