Simon crossed his arms around his chest, his vampire senses heightened while scanning Jackson from head to toe. I, on the other hand, also sensed his emotion. I was trying to read what was currently running through his mind. He got out of his parent's house without telling me. And I'm pretty sure he did not tell Karen as well. Because if he did, Karen could have told me right away. "Wait." I cut off the serious mood when something cleared my worries and fears all of a sudden. "Does this mean the cops already found your parents?" Simon's expression also brightened similar to mine. "Is it true?" Simon added with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. Then he tapped Jackson's shoulder before he added, "Congratulations, buddy! It seems that the cops are more effective than us, vampires and werewolves." There was a flicker of emotion in Jackson's eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He changed the topic abruptly, saying, "It's going to get dark soon. Let's fo

I cannot afford to lose the monster once again. Now that we just witnessed and confirmed that he survived after the fall. It means to me that there was another hope for Jackson's parents to be found. Getting the monster to confess about Jackson's missing parents by hook or by crook is the only way we could get and point out the right answer. And for me to know what was currently going on with my best friend. Without hesitation, I shifted into my werewolf form once again and followed everyone in chasing the cyclops. At the moment, the situation goes according to plan. We plan to lure the monster outside so that we can capture him with the help of the vampires. Meanwhile, the Cyclops's monstrous size was leaving an easily traceable path making our pursuit simpler. The charm of the forest under the moonlight was overshadowed by a foreboding sense of danger. The wind whispered the tales of fear and hope to the leaves, which rustled surreptitiously as if relaying a coded message we bar

As far as I could remember, there were around a thousand of us, werewolf guardians, including old and new, who were truly depending on that job in order to survive. It was in Alpha Draku's written rules that the werewolf guardians are the ones who provided the pack with safety. And that the tradition must be continued no matter who leads us. "So, what do you want me to do about it?" I asked them with my voice still filled with suspicious. Julian and Jelian exchanged glances. It was the kind of glance that is telling me that their moods lit up after hearing me somehow giving them the chance they needed from me. The main reason Julian and Jelian reached out to me instead of Karen is that none of them can convince her to help them. And I could not agree more with it. Karen hates both of them, especially Jelian, who once become my mate and caused her a lot of trouble recently. Seeing them within her range will only boil her blood. "We want you and Karen to help

"Do you think we can use Karen's alpha wolf to help us with my plan?" Jackson asked me despite our professor still in the middle of the class discussion. "What was that supposed to mean, Jackson?" I could not help but furrow. "Could you shut your mouth? Our classmates can hear you." "I mean, we still don't know what we were up against, dude. What if these men in masks were also werewolves? Or monsters just like those they created? Karen possesses a one-of-a-kind strength and power inside her, right?" Jackson's statement somehow confuses me. He barely cares about Karen or her wolf. But now he had his eyes on her, not just her ordinary wolf, but as an alpha. He pointed that out of the blue. "Fine." Jackson eased off. "I'm gonna shut my mouth. But we'll discuss this right after class, okay?" The final bell rang, signaling the end of another long day of classes. With heavy backpacks slung over our shoulders, Jackson and I trudged across the rugby field toward the

"Are you okay?" Jackson asked with his mouth covered using his bare hands. "You seem to be bothered out of something. Are you afraid of meeting something terrifying inside this tunnel?" The unbearable stinky smell of the mixture of rotten meat, seasoned blood, rust, and dust even gets stronger as soon as stepped foot into the tunnel. My wolf can barely concentrate when the unbearable stinky smell was blocking all my senses. "I'm fine," I said back. "We better get going so we could get out of this place as soon as possible." The old tunnel stretched out before us, its ancient stones shrouded in darkness. As Jackson and I cautiously made our way deeper into the tunnel, I relied on my heightened werewolf senses to sense danger lurking in the shadows. Something felt off, and a sense of unease settled upon us. The silence wrapped around us, suffocating, as if the tunnel held its breath, waiting for something to happen. The only sounds that reached my ears were the