Rogers embarked on a journey to carry out the mission that Rico sent him. Normally, It is supposed to be a long journey owing to the distance from his home to his supposed destination, but an extraordinary speed was among the features that most werewolves possess. Even though he made use of one of the cars that Rico had given him for the mission, he set it on the highest speed that normal humans wouldn't dare as they wouldn't be able to control it. Due to his werewolf influence, the car seemed to align with his speed too.In no time, he arrived in a city called Gaza: the same city where Rico had been some years ago for some devilish deeds and even recently when he attacked Miller. Rico knew the location for the mission very well as that's the same base where he carried out one of his biggest missions years ago and that was how he was to give Rogers a direct and unmistakable description. It never occurred to Rico and Rogers that Beverly could be in the same city. They felt she would
Miller had not set his eyes on Rico for a while. He knew that Rico must've gotten himself busy with some devilish deeds even though he doesn't know what exactly he plans to do with Omaha after becoming their king. Although Rogers was not always around, he saw Rogers more often than Rico. Rogers was getting busy assisting Rico with some wicked tasks these days so he had just hired a new guard from outside their kingdom to keep a watch over Miller while he was away.That night, Miller sat quietly in his little cell and thought about his daughter, his late wife, and even Omaha in general. He wondered how he hadn't seen it coming nor had the slightest idea that his brother was a werewolf. Miller sobbed quietly as he lay on his small bed. He had thought so much about his loved ones that he ended up dreaming about them while he was still sleeping in the early hours of the morning. He was just having the dream in a series from the sweet moments with his late wife down to her last words on
It was a brand new day. The day of the awaited feast in Omaha and another day of werewolves troubles in GazaThat morning, Beverly sat at her desk, surrounded by books, papers, and various tools. She had been up all night, poring over ancient texts and studying diagrams of weapons. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hands trembled with exhaustion, but she refused to rest until she found a solution to the werewolf problem.She had always been skilled in hunting and survival, thanks to her upbringing in a small rural town. But hunting werewolves was a whole different game. These creatures were not just any prey - they were intelligent, cunning, and dangerous. She had to find a way to take them down without getting too close, as one bite from a werewolf would be enough to turn her into one of them.As she flipped through an old book, a diagram caught her eye. It was a crossbow designed specifically for taking down werewolves. She read through the instructions carefully, taking note of the
The next day, the news of Beverly killing some werewolves spread far across Gaza. That morning, Beverly went around to the homes of those who had lost their loved ones to the werewolves, offering her condolences and promising to do everything in her power to stop the attacks. As she walked through the streets of Gaza, many people praised her and were so happy to have someone as brave as that in their city. Beverly walked through the streets of Gaza, feeling a sense of purpose and determination. She had made progress in her mission to stop the werewolf attacks, and she felt empowered by the support of the people of Gaza.As she walked, she noticed a group of people gathered around a house, and she approached them to see what was happening. A woman was weeping uncontrollably, and Beverly knew that she had to do something to comfort her."Excuse me," Beverly said, approaching the group. "What's going on here?"The woman looked up at Beverly, tears streaming down her face. "It's my son
The sun was slowly rising over the horizon, casting its first light on the Omaha Kingdom. As the people started their day, they were met with a sight that they never thought they would see. The streets were littered with debris, overturned carts, and broken windows. The smell of blood filled the air, causing many to gag and cover their noses.Later, reports began to trickle in of how all the chiefs that were present at the feast turned to werewolves overnight during the full moon. Some of them had bitten members of their families, making them run wild while some other families managed to run for their lives when they saw that the chief who is the head of their family had become werewolves. At first, it was just a few people who had been bitten in the night and were now exhibiting strange symptoms - a feverishness, a ravenous hunger. But as the morning wore on, the reports grew more and more alarming. People were screaming and running, some trying to flee from Omaha, while others wer
The once bustling streets of Omaha were now ghostly silent, save for the occasional howl that pierced through the night. The werewolf rampage had thrown Omaha into chaos and despair. Families huddled together in fear, desperately seeking refuge and safety. Some managed to flee to neighboring towns and cities, hoping to find solace in unfamiliar territories. Others, however, were left behind, unable to escape due to various circumstances.Those who were left behind looked for the best hideout they could get and took refuge in them. As it is, there were now several hideouts in Omaha with each of them containing groups of people. Due to this, the killings were reduced. But once in a while, hideouts were discovered by these hungry and roaming werewolves and when this happens, the humans were either killed or turned into werewolves and those who manage to escape from the werewolves ran for their dear lives until they discover another place to hide. This was the routine for most of the pe
Beverly opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. As she stretched and yawned, fragments of her dream from the previous night flooded back into her consciousness.The images lingered, vivid and tantalizing. She recalled the sensation of power surging through her, the exhilaration of commanding flames with a mere thought. It had felt so real, so tangible. But now, in the light of day, Beverly couldn't help but question the authenticity of her experience.She sat up in bed, her mind filled with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Part of her yearned for the dream to be real, a sign of some latent supernatural ability waiting to be unleashed. But another part dismissed it as nothing more than a product of her imagination, a fantasy born out of the stress and horror of the recent werewolf attacks.Lost in her thoughts, Beverly decided to test her dream-inspired abilities, just to satisfy
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