Chapter 9: The Silversmith Werewolf Hunters.

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