"Let us go, or I'll shoot all of you," Ethan said, then he helped his brother up and dig deeper into the woods, leaving us all speechless. As soon as Ethan and Aiden's scents were already out of reach, Alex broke the moment of silence and asked, "What now? Are we just going to stay here the entire night?" "Count me out," Simon said. "I would rather sleep tonight instead of hunting a monster in the middle of the woods." then he slapped my shoulder. "dude, I know you're a good man, but do not put everything in your hands. You're not a hero. These people will not reward you with money or anything. You are Melvin Parker, a regular student, and a rugby player." "Besides, this place is no longer part of your scope as a werewolf guardian. Let's go, Simon. Maybe we could just have a drink tonight." "Get your hands off me, Alex," Simon said as they started walking away from me. "but getting drunk tonight is not a bad idea after all. The game was already canceled. And we sti

Ethan and Aiden exchanged glances again. Someone already told me about those men in masks who were turning humans into monsters but I did not get the chance to focus on them. "You can't tell them if you don't want to Aiden," Ethan said while carrying Roger's unconscious body. "But I was hoping you can tell us more about them so we could put an end to their wrongdoings, Aiden," I said with a smile on my face. "You can tell us some other time. Got it?" "You have to trust us, Aiden," Jackson added. "I was supposed to go after you because of what you did to me. I mean, look at me now. But Melvin stopped me from seeking revenge." "We're so sorry about that," Aiden uttered. "We'll, it was clear as day that it was not my fault you got that wound. You tried to save this bastard." "Enough!" Ethan cut them in. "It's already late for the blaming thing. Just give us your bank account information so we could send you the payment for your hospital bills." Until then, our conversation was put t

The next day, Jackson and I were on our way to the rugby field. It was a beautiful day outside such as my mood, the sun was shining and there was a cool breeze in the air. The feeling was utterly refreshing. And we were both excited to get down to the field and join our rugby training session. Even if it was just our daily training session, my wolf could not deny his overwhelming. "Did something happen last night?" Jackson asked before he shrugged. Perhaps he already noticed that I could not drop those ear-to-ear smiles on my face. Then I stopped making a buzzing sound and turned my face toward him. "Hmmph. Maybe? Maybe not?" I said back, my voice low but calm. "Dude, are you on drugs right now?" Jackson quickly scanned the nearby places to make sure no one could hear his word. "Maybe? Or maybe not?" I said back. "But if it was a drug, perhaps it was a kind of drug that you could get the feeling you just hit the jackpot. Do you know what I mean?" Jackson

"Randolph Stroem," Simon uttered. "Randolph Stroem? Who the hell is that?" I asked with long curve lines written all over my forehead. "As far as I could remember, Randolph Stroem is not a student in this school anymore," Karen said. "Well, that explains his forty-seven years old written in the information sheet of the DNA Test Result." Alex agreed. "He's one of the school's maintenance staff-" Karen cut off her words before she moved out of her seat and evacuated the room. All of us could not help but exchange confused glances when we could barely read and understand what was running through Karen's mind at that moment. However, we were also curious about it so we followed her outside. We tailed her scent heading to the maintenance office and found her knocking on the door. "Is everything all right, Miss Stanford?" asks the man as soon as he opened the door. We believed he is one of the school's maintenance staff because of his uniform. "We are he

"Take the woman to the hospital and stay away from this fight. The monster was already getting out of hand and he doesn't care if he could hurt anyone." I replied before I forced my knees to stand up and dragged Jackson back to the car by force. But as soon as I had started the engine of the car, Jackson called out to me, his voice urgent as he pointed a finger towards the Wendigo monster running away in the distance. And my werewolf instinct kicked in that I must follow Eric, no matter what the cost. "Where are you going?" Jackson yelled at me. "Get away from here, Jackson!" I yelled back. "Take her to the hospital." Without a second thought, I dashed out of the car and morphed into my werewolf form once more, with Mr. James following close behind. We tore down the city streets, leaving the normal world behind as we slipped into the realm of werewolf vision, where scents and sounds were amplified beyond human comprehension. As soon as we reached the park, the