Arnold strode confidently into his garage, his eyes fixed intently on the familiar spot where he had a hidden passage built. He had it designed and constructed himself using his skills as a certified Engineer, to create a secret underground lair that was both functional and secure.Without hesitation, he pushed aside the false wall panel, revealing the entrance to the passage. He stepped through the doorway and made his way down the stairs, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.At the bottom of the stairs, Arnold stepped into an elevator that whisked him deeper beneath his house. The doors slid open to reveal a hidden lair; the secret headquarters of the Silversmith Werewolf Hunters. The room was a maze of ancient artifacts and modern arsenal, shrouded in an aura of foreboding and dread. He walked up to his wife, his footsteps echoing through the room. Rebecca stood by the towerings bookshelves, crafted from dark wood. It stretched towards the ceiling, heavy with tomes bound
Deep beneath the normal Silversmith family house, where nobody in the neighborhood knew a secret underground lair was, Arnold, Clark, and Aaron strode into their armory. The room sparkled with a formidable array of weapons; ornate swords with intricate hilts, high-tech rifles with scopes and silencers, silver bullets polished to a gleam, and armor etched with silver filigree that seemed to shimmer in the light. The air was heavy with the scent of gunpowder and oil, a potent reminder of the hunters' unwavering readiness.Arnold and his two sons swiftly gathered their weapons of choice, which seemed like they were humming in anticipation for the attack they were embarking on. With practiced efficiency, they cleaned and prepared their arsenal for the impending battle. They strapped silver bullets, knives, and daggers to various parts of their cloth armor.Next, they packed bombs, shrapnels, and an array of other deadly technological tools into a sturdy black duffel bag, its thick fabr
The glass of scotch shattered in the strong grips of Nicholas's hand, as his eyes blazed red with rage. Furiously, he snatched the bottle of scotch from the table before him and smashed it against one of his expensive paintings that decorated his walls. “She's supposed to be dead!” His gravelly voice thundered, making Sheila, who had broken the information to him, flinch. Though she was used to his outbursts, Nicholas's anger was never to be underestimated.“Believe me, she isn't.” Sheila countered certainly, her voice steady, despite the unease she was feeling.“How?!” Nicholas bellowed, his brows furrowed in disbelief and anger, “how could she have survived?” his tone rose as the memory of the gruesome attack on her flashed in his mind.“I'm not quite sure yet, but I think your bite turned her,” Sheila opined.Nicholas raised his head and narrowed his eyes at Sheila. “That's impossible.”“Same thing I thought,” replied Sheila.Nicholas’s chest heaved with controlled anger, his brea
Moments earlier, at the Silversmith hunters' HQ, Rebecca activated the electric shocks repeatedly causing Kimberly to cry and scream in agony. “Mother, Please! Enough! I can't take it anymore!” Kimberly wailed, her whole body trembling and sweating profusely. Rebecca switched off the electric devices for the umpteenth time now, she grabbed a seat and sat before Kimberly. Gazing down at her daughter's pale, sweaty body, anguish evident on her face, she heaved a sigh.“There’s no other way Kimberly,” Rebecca began, her voice heavy with unyielding determination to terminate the lycanthropy. “I don't care if you hate me for this, although I really wish you don't, but you have to understand I'm only trying to help you. To save you from the monster you're becoming," she said, her tone somber.She continued, “You already took an innocent civilian's life… Well, I can't say he was innocent since he conspired against you. But his blood is in your hands, imagine how many lives you could be res
Back at the woods, Arnold's grip tightened on his bowstrings as his jaw clenched in extreme anger. The monster who had taken his daughter away from him was standing before him, gloating and challenging him to a fight. Just as he fixed his piercing gaze at the massive dark wolf that loomed before him, ready to attack, Clark's phone began to ring, its tone disrupting the tension in the atmosphere. His eyes narrowed to Clark as he took it out from his jacket and glanced at the screen. His eyes widened, and Arnold became curious, but whatever it was definitely had to wait. He was eager to embark on the fight at hand, which was much more important. Aaron however, couldn't help but question the shocked look on Clark's face, “What is it!?” He queried, his eyes fixated on Clark's raised brows.Clark looked at his father, then at Aaron, “It’s Mother,” he revealed, “She says Kimberly has escaped,” his voice heavy with a mixture of worry and anger. Nicholas revealed his sharp fangs as his li
Kimberly's eyelid split open to find herself lying by the roadside, stark naked. Shocked and befuddled, she groggily picked herself from the gravel, shuddering from the early morning cold breeze, her pale skin prickling with goosebumps.As the panic set in, her droopy eyes scoured her surroundings, searching for any clue as to how she got there. She raised her head to the signboard that stood above her. Squinting her eyes, the signboard read, “Goodbye from Lunadelephia!” The message seemed to glare at her as if mocking her with her growing unease.She widened her eyes and gasped in disbelief. “How…?” She asked inwardly, her mind racing with questions. In a desperate attempt to cover up her nudity, she crossed her arm around her breast with one hand, and shielded her lower body with the other, hoping the improv would serve as a temporary substitute for clothing in the time being.With an awkward gait, Kimberly began to step forward, her eyes fixed intently on the horizon. They continu
At the Silversmith hunters' HQ, Dr. Miranda, the Silversmith family doctor, passed the curved needle under Arnold's thick skin with precision.The grizzled hunter neither flinched nor winced in pain, as he was used to getting injured in the battlefield and was known for his rugged endurance.“Aren't you done yet?” Arnold asked, his stern voice highlighting a hint of impatience. He fixed his eyes on the relaxed doctor's hands, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity etched on his face.“Almost,” Dr. Miranda replied coolly, her expression serene, despite the grotesque wound on her patient’s chest. Without a hint of haste or urgency, her hands moved with practiced efficiency, deliberately gliding the needle into Arnold's chest, with a calm and focused intensity. Dr. Miranda knew the true family's profession, so she had long grown accustomed to the brutal injuries that came with the Hunters' profession. Ever since she was eighteen, she had learnt to tend to their wounds and had been stitch
Sheila sauntered into Nicholas’s deluxe formal living-room, her amber eyes taking in the delightful sight of the opulent furniture, wine bar and the glistening fireplace below it, all in a grey-dark color tone.Nicholas sat in a regal pose on his grey sofa, his long legs crossed, his aura filling the air with an unchallengeable sense of power, sophistication and subtle arrogance. His expression confident but unyielding.His strong masculine grip wrapped around the champagne glass as he twirled it around. His eyes fixated at the fireplace before him, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm golden light across his chiseled features.He wore a pitch-black shirt, neatly folded to the elbow, and a charcoal-grey tailored trousers, the combo exuding wealth and respect. Beyond being an Alpha, Nicholas's wealth wasn't only generational, but was accumulated through his hard work and strategic business mindset.The wound Sheila last saw that deeply gashed his face had completely disappeared, sh