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The full moon shone down on the abandoned warehouse, casting eerie shadows across the empty streets.

Inside, a group of werewolf hunters sat around a large wooden table, their faces twisted in anger and determination.

"I have received word from one of the twisted creatures. Apparently, they are having dissent amongst themselves."

The others expressed similar looks of disgust. The animals could barely control themselves, it was a wonder they hadn't hunted themselves into extinction yet.

It irked him to no end that they had to rely on intel from one of them but that would soon be dispensed with and even this informant would die for being an abomination.

"The hunter organization has become a mere facade of what it once was. Our leaders have betrayed our creed but we will right that wrong if it is the last thing we do."

The leader of the hunters, a grizzled man with a scar running down his chin, slammed his fist on the table. "We've had enough of these creatures terrorizing our city. It's