Grey shrugged. "you tell me," he said. "I just want to be left alone right now, enjoying my meal. But you guys showed up the less I expected." Aiden and I exchanged a look. We had been prepared for a fight, but this was something else entirely. "Listen, Grey," I said, my voice low and steady. "We know what happened to you. We know about the old man and how he tried to help you. But it's not too late. We can help you now." Grey's eyes flickered with something like amusement. "Help me?" he said, his voice full of scorn. "You think you can help me? I'm beyond help. I'm a werewolf hunter, Ethan. And nothing you can say or do will change that." And with that, he turned and bounded off into the woods, leaving Aiden and me standing there, alone and empty-handed. "Why didn't you attack him?" Aiden blurted in disbelief. "We've been looking for him for weeks yet you just let him go?" "Don't know, Aiden." I furrowed before I drag my gaze to him. "Something's not addi
Three hours later, Aiden and I managed to pin down the real Hunter Grey, his teeth bared in a fierce snarl. His werewolf, as minutes, passed by, his strength got drained compared to us who were born naturally. He then looked up at Aiden, his eyes pleading for mercy. But Aiden never sees him as a human anymore. He was the hunter who killed Penelope no matter whether he turned into a monster or a human. Because of that same reason, Aiden has beaten Hunter with all his might. Break all the bones in his body knowing the wolf's blood still runs through his veins. Hunter can still get healed in due time. "Aiden, STOP! We have to bring him in," I said softly, my hands shaking as I looked at him. "Alpha Romulo ordered us to bring him back to the pack for further interrogation." That was utterly a lie. Alpha Romulo simply ordered me to kill Hunter Grey. However, at some point, my wolf got more interested in how he turned himself into a werewolf without getting bitten by a
But Aiden and I refused to be discouraged. We had taken down Hunter Grey and had shown that werewolves were not defenseless against their attackers. And even if the fight was never-ending, I knew that we could never give up. As we left the holding cells, Aiden and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. We knew that there were people out there who wanted to destroy the werewolves and that we were facing a fight that may never truly be won. But we also knew that we had each other, and the rest of the pack. We were part of something greater than ourselves, a group of beings who had bonded together in the face of prejudice and hate. And at the end of the day, that was enough. We would continue the fight, would continue to protect and defend the werewolves, no matter what. And we would never give up, no matter how insurmountable the odds may seem. Aiden's POV The next morning, Ethan and I separated ways. I went to my dorm while Ethan stayed in Alpha Romulo's mansio
"Dude, what are they doing?" Conrad curiously whispered. "Beats me." I said, "Perhaps Penelope and her friends were hitting on someone from our opponent." "Someone?" Conrad studied every face of our opponents, one by one. "Well. If I am to pick whose had a better team and had a lot of good-looking young men, I am gonna hesitate to bet my one cent to them." "Shut up," I said, my voice annoyed. "Then we better break their bones before those bastards could beat us." My wolf tried to push the thought out of my mind as the game began, but it was hard. Every time I looked over at the bench, I saw Penelope and her friends cheering for the other team. Even if I am not glancing at them from the bench, I could still hear their boisterous cheering and whooping, and it made me infuriated. I couldn't understand why she would do this to me. So I tried to focus on the game, but my mind kept wandering back to Penelope. I missed a few tackles, mistimed a couple of passes,
I stormed into the security guard's room where Ethan was sitting with my face twisted in anger and frustration. Ethan looked up from his laptop, surprised at my sudden outburst. "What's going on, Aiden?" Ethan asked, concerned. "Penelope," I said, my voice shaking. "She's alive. I just found out." Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "What? How do you know that?" he then turned his seat and gave me sharp stares, reading my mind if I was simply making fun of him. We have the same reaction the second I saw Penelope with my own eyes. "Can't say how I found out," I retorted, my voice growing even more intense. "But I know it's true. And I need to know if you know anything about it." Ethan shook his head. "No, I don't. I swear. Why didn't you tell me before?" "Well, I just found out, okay? She went to school with Karen. They were talking about her parents allowing her to go to school. Ethan, it has been a month." I replied, pacing back and forth. "I come to you ri
The four of us struggled to breathe as we plummeted to the ground. We felt intense pressure in our chests as the witch continued to chant. All our human friends had wisely evacuated the area when the ground started shaking, sensing that something was wrong. But the witch remained calm and focused. Finally, the spell dissipated and the three boys were able to stand again, now feeling stronger and more alert than ever before. But before we could catch out breath, the witch confronted us with a question, "Does anyone of you know someone named, Hunter Grey?" she demanded. Ethan and I exchanged a shocking glance. We had Hunter Grey locked up beneath Alpha Romulo's mansion. "No, we no nothing about Hunter Grey," Ethan uttered, he tried to calm his tone as much as possible. The woman appeared out of the blue, interrupting our conversation, and even applied force - magic. "I know who he is." Ethan and I crawled our gaze in surprise heading to Clark. "Hunter Grey
My wolf hesitated, feeling awkward about asking the question but knowing I had to get to the bottom of things. "It's just that the truth serum is something only created by witches or warlocks. How could your mother know about it since it's not a piece of common knowledge?" Penelope sighed and looked down, fidgeting with her bag strap. "I don't know what to say, Aiden," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the truth is that my family is familiar with potent potions." I looked at her with surprise, waiting for the whole truth. "Familiar?" I asked. Penelope nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "I-I turned back to life three days after you and Ethan were deployed to a mission," she stammered, her voice shaking. "My family sought help from a coven of witches...that was the only way for me to be resurrected..." I felt my heart constrict in my chest at her confession when I realized that my wolf had been completely wrong about her family. And I felt like we h
"Right," Conrad added. "You are the only person I have known who is not fond of using any social media accounts, right? Maybe you should create a new one to get updated." I have my own social media accounts but indeed I am not fond of using any of them. "Should I be getting worried now?" I asked Conrad, feeling helpless when my wolf could not understand how everything changed for Penelope. "What is she doing?" "You're asking me?" Conrad shrugged. I nodded. "Unless someone is with us right now, Conrad." "Well, Penelope is simply making the most of her time in the world," Conrad explained. "Collecting and picking every man that pleases her eyes. Tall. Dark. White. Handsome. Has a big dick. Have unlimited sex. And so should you, Aiden. There were millions of fish swimming under the sea." Before Conrad and I could leave the field, we noticed something strange in the air. The sky appeared to be changing its hue and becoming darker as if indicating a storm soon to co