A Gift for the Anniversary

While I was staring at the ceiling, my wolf could not help but think of the incident. I was thinking about what should we do to avoid such things from happening.

Based on my quick observation as soon as we found the bodies, there were deep claw marks around their shoulders. But I was pretty convinced those marks were not from the werewolves.

I could have detected it right away if they were murdered by wolves or vampires, but it's not. All I know killing them like that was an art of a monster. Just don't know what kind of monster yet.

The next day, we woke up early, determined to get to the bottom of what happened the previous night. I woke up earlier than usual because I believed the cops could have been earlier to get to the bottom of the incident.

As I was about to jump out of bed, my phone suddenly rings. I picked up the phone and heard Penelope’s cheerful voice on the other end. “Hey, are you available this weekend?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess I am. Why? Is