Chapter Ten

It was a brand new day. The day of the awaited feast in Omaha and another day of werewolves troubles in Gaza

That 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