[That man's POV]"Did you find the bottle of virus sample?" Howl Wolf Thor asked Triple Changer Oz in a low voice. He was a middle-aged man with short silver hair and black eyes that gave off the air of wisdom. His ears were pierced, and his beard had a grayish tint to it, but other than that, he was the picture of calmness.They are the werewolves of Vanara Pack, including the Theta Wolf Azeil Liam, Beta Geri Jaxon, assassin werewolf Triple Changer Oz Theodore, who was a spy and trainer of the scout wolves. The name Triple Changer was given to him because he could transform himself into three forms depending on the environment: human form, werecat, and werewolf. The lead warrior, Ultima Wolf Ray Marcus, trains the warriors of the Vanara pack. Howl Wolf Thor Evans is the horn keeper of the Vanara pack and second-in-command of the wolves.He supports Alpha Lowell no matter what, except in two situations: when he is breaking horns or making incredibly bad decisions that bring harm to th
[That man's POV]The room was decorated with various pictures of nature sceneries from all over the world and an assortment of knickknacks and other trinkets from around the globe. It was all rather cozy for a stranger who had spent three days in total sleeping under a tree. The cool rays of the sun were coming in through the window of the room, which was disturbing Esen's sleep.The curtains were open and allowed the rays to fall across the floor, making it look like a carpet with sunlight reflecting off the marble floors. The sound of distant birds and the smell of grass make it obvious it's morning now. The air is clean and fresh, the sounds and smells are familiar yet unfamiliar, like everything she doesn't know about the world beyond her beautiful city, the country, the world.Even after sleeping for eight hours straight, she feels tired all over her body as if every ounce of her energy had been used up. She scratched her body with her closed eyes, hit her hand on the side table,
[That man's POV]"Where are you going now?" Emily asked her Gran as she watched her go out in the evening. She had gotten tired and came from the police station a while ago, and was sitting on the sofa eating peanuts. Her hair was blonde like the sky at sunset when you're out in the fields, and she was wearing dark jeans and a light green turtleneck that matched her eyes. Seeing her grandmother suddenly getting ready to go somewhere, she asked. Her eyes weren't focusing on the TV, and she ate peanut shells with one hand."It's just very important work that I have to finish, which I'm going to get done," Ms. Anastasia said, quickly putting on her sweater and urging her to close the door before leaving."Well, I will keep it closed, but where are you going?" She repeated her question and almost walked behind her."Saintmau," Ms. Anastasia replied."Shall I go with you?" she suddenly asked Ms. Anastasia."No, there is no need. Sit here comfortably and close the door well. I'm not a 17-ye
[That man's POV]She was looking at the window while holding her breath and without blinking. It was not a human but a shadow of a wolf. A werewolf. The moon was bright enough to show the outline, and she could see all its fangs. It was standing up on its hind legs to get closer to the glass. And its eyes... its eyes were red and bloodshot, but they glinted in the light, like stars.No, like blood, like red blood pumping through a vein as fast as it can. Blood doesn't glow in the dark or reflect the light when it hits water, so the wolf was probably lying about being a werewolf and not just drunk from the nearest stream. Her heart was beating so loudly she wondered if she could hear it through the wall.Due to fear and dread, her condition started to deteriorate. The drops of sweat on her forehead started shining like white pearls. She had been holding her breath for some time now. Her lungs burned from holding back too much air, and it was getting difficult to inhale deeply. She was
[That man's POV]After leaving the police station, she went straight to the hospital. She knew that she didn't have a common cold, and no one could treat her. Maybe she didn't want to tell anyone what was happening to her, but she still wanted to get checked by the doctor for her comfort. Finally, what she had feared happened; she didn't have a common cold."Why are you following me?" Esen asked angrily, to Altan who, in his worry and tension, had followed her from the police station to the hospital and now home."Because you need me, and these doctors can't treat you," Altan replied."I don't need you, Altan. Get the hell out of here!" She got angry and slammed the door shut on his face."All right, I'm sitting here outside the door. If you need anything, just tell me. Don't suffer alone like this," he said politely in a voice that made his tone more soothing and compassionate. His black eyes, framed by thick black lashes, were filled with a kind of warmth."Have you ever felt your h
[That man's POV]In the darkness of the night, Emily's grandmother, Ms. Anastasia, slowly takes her steps and enters the confines of Saintmau without caring for her life. She knows that the way back from here is very difficult and may be impossible, but to protect her granddaughter, she could step into Saintmau a thousand times. She could have risked her life a thousand times to save her from the werewolf.She was treading carefully through the streets of Saintmau in the moonlight, lest she step on the grave of a Vargulf werewolf who haunted the town at night.The stories of the Vargulf had been passed down for generations, and while some dismissed them as mere superstition, others believed in their existence. She had heard in the stories that the witches of Saintmau had died and the Vargulf werewolves had been trapped beneath the soil. Their bodies twisted and contorted into grotesque forms.They had been cursed by True Alpha Alparic, who sought to punish them for their wicked deeds.
[The man's POV]Esen was sleeping with her head on Altan's lap for a long time. He had been awake for over three hours, and yet he didn't wake her up. She slept with her hair loose in front of her face. The strands of hair were the only thing standing between him and a pair of her closed eyes. She looked like one of those pictures of women from the late 1920s. Altan carried her up in his arms and laid her on her bed. Her long dark hair was tousled from where it had been tossed off of his shoulder by her unconscious body.Her skin was almost always a deep olive color, but tonight her rosy cheeks stood out even more than usual. His eyes softened at the sight of her soft lips and closed eyelashes. He took off her shoes and saw that the bottom part of her feet had become black and hard. There is a thick layer of white wolf hair on her feet and legs, which she cut down with scissors. He smiled at her because of this act and softly kissed her feet. While kissing her, he paused for a moment
[That man's POV]Ms. Anastasia didn't know what Reaper Swithin's enmity was with that man he was calling "Lowell,'' or who he was. She didn't know if he had come to save her or to take his own revenge. The only thing running through her mind at the moment was the book "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves," for which she had come here. In it, the Witch Rosaline had written all the methods and magic spells of how a human can be turned into a werewolf through rituals like bloodletting and werewolves' balls.She had included illustrations of these techniques. There were pictures of people who had been transformed into wolves in this book, and for those magic spells and rituals, she had to get her book at any cost - for a price. The price was life, or rather, freedom from werewolves.Witch Rosaline is the head of the Witch Obaven Circle of Nightshade, who has taken shelter in a Dark Shadow Coven after the War of Dark. The witches were defeated, and many died, forcing them to live out in the open