The wild ones.

DYLAN

"Any other suggestions that would be useful to prevent the wild ones from attacking our people?" Coniel, one of the Alphas, questioned but was met by a deafening silence. We were all gathered in the Druid pack for a conference slated to help out packs.

With my hand firmly rested on my jaw, I tried my utmost best to think of something. The attack of the wild ones had been going on for a very long time and so far, we have heard and received cases of people who had been attacked and hurt by them.

The wild ones were werewolves who had lost their basic and moral instincts. They were fueled by rage and their purpose was basically to kill and destroy. Over time, we tried different strategies to stop the killings but to no avail.

"Why don't we gather troops and kill them off one after the other?" Aiden, another Alpha present at the meeting, voiced out his opinion, and the rest of the Alphas present chimed in agreement.

"But that would take days," I blurted out. "And the killings will st