#Chapter 81: Miscommunication

Matt

Matt was getting tired of these endless meetings. Meetings meant more attacks. More attacks meant more innocent lives lost. It was like a more gory version of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie."

He would much rather be talking to Rose. While she hadn't ghosted him again, there was definitely something going on. She said she was just busy, but Matt knew her better than that. He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but these meetings were getting in the way. Couldn't the werewolf just take a night off?

Matt looked around the room at his friends. They were all armed to the teeth. If he looked close enough, he could see the outlines of their hidden guns and knives. If he hadn't had so much training, he probably wouldn't have seen them at all.

They may have been at a slight disadvantage, physically, in their human form, but werewolves could just as easily be killed with a well-placed bullet. The chances of anyone on their side rose exponentially if they duked it out in wolf form.

Even when