Lucien's POV

We roll out of the warehouse in our vehicles, and head into the deep, dark forest. The moon is high in the sky, but its light barely reaches us through the thick canopy of trees. Suddenly, the rumble of police sirens fills the air, and bright red and blue lights illuminate the forest. We pull over, and I hear the crunch of boots on gravel as two figures approach. "These are the werewolves, isn't it?" one of them asks, his voice excited. "I think so," the other says, his voice full of awe. "Let's take them in."

The cops move closer, and I see their eyes widen in recognition when they see me. I can tell they're afraid, but they don't approach the car. Instead, they order us to move on, their voices quavering. "You're hunting witches?" one of them asks, his voice shaking. "I... I wish you luck," he stammers. The other cop nods, his face pale. "We'll leave you to it," he says, and they both turn and hurry back to their patrol car. Adam, still behind the wheel, bursts out laughing. "Those