Countless police cars filled Victor’s premises. The officers moved around like ants on the anthill. In the place where the snowman used to be, there was just a red spot of blood - Victor had already been put into the black bag. Over that bag lying on the snow, a flock of ravens flew in circles making ominous sounds. Was it a cry or anger? - that remained a mystery. Nevertheless, the eyes of the whole country were turned to a different place - Samuel’s lighthouse. TV vans circled the building, hoping to catch the murderer’s face on camera - the face of a freak who killed a respected old man. And the tv vultures did so - two black officers led the handcuffed young man in tracksuits into the car. Samuel’s face didn’t show any fear, but he was not by no means the same boy from the Column Hall. Three-day stubble covered his cheeks, and his look was at least ten years older than a couple of days ago. He became a grown man - a warrior who was determined to fight no matter what. The

“I’m not going to fall… I’m not going to fall… Michael!” Crave shouted his name. “I’m going to fall!” His bare foot slipped on the treetop and if not for Michael’s hand, he would definitely fall to the ground and maybe even break his neck. “I told you, man!” Michael pulled him onto the top with quite a big effort. “Don’t look down or we’ll both finish like two broken dolls.” Crave regained his balance and wiped the wound with his half-shifted elbows. It stretched from his knee, through the muscled calf, up to his ankle. “So…” Crave looked up at Michael who kept looking in the distance instead of showing any interest in his wound. But there was not even the slightest trace after Bianca. “You needed me here to climb trees like a monkey? For what?” His voice expressed irritation as Michael was so indifferent to him. “Don’t be a chicken, man.” Michael smiled unwillingly and put his palm on Crave’s back. “You’re here to save me when I slip, just what I did a moment ago. B

He was hidden between the rocks. However, the sound of bird wings hovering above drowned out his heavy breath. It was dark, and he couldn’t see any of them in the space between the rocks. Nonetheless, one thing was certain, there were hundreds of birds attracted by the majestic force of Bianca. She moved soundlessly towards Crave, looking much taller and much stronger than ever before. Crave couldn’t shift entirely into a wolf. He was paralysed by the fear and didn’t even think about putting up a fight. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, big cold claws snatched his arms so that Crave couldn’t move even an inch. Bianca lifted him without any effort like an eagle and flew over the rock in the cloud of other birds. The claws pierced Crave’s arms; soon after, streaks of blood stained his defenceless body. He even kept his legs still because every abrupt jerk electrified his body with pain. So, frozen like an icicle, Crave hovered in the black cloud of birds, not knowing what he wa

The bodies lay like withered leaves, a really unparalleled sight of abandoned werewolves. In the middle of the battlefield, Bianca crouched with her head hidden between her bloodshot wings. Michael was not too far, and although his eyes were open, he didn’t move - too weak to do anything except breathe. They both kept silent, one of them terrified to death by things she had done, the other fighting for survival. Luckily, werewolves’ bodies generate much faster than human ones, so by noon Michael was able to move. He saw her still hidden inside her wings and, before saying anything, decided to get closer. “Bianca…” he whispered. “Can you look at me?” Michael was a bit scared of going up to her. He was afraid to see her face now, the crow’s one. “Go away!” she whimpered, her body shook. “I don’t want anyone to see me!” “Bianca!” Michael’s heart beat faster. “Why so? It’s me, Michael. You saved my life.” “I saved your life?” Bianca laughed through her tears. “Look aroun

“Those bastards! They will not get away with it!”, Stacy looked at the werewolves’ bodies lying all over the place. They were all dead including Jester, who had his throat ripped off and stared hollowly far ahead. As Stacy called his pack from now on, the Avengers, sniffed the place thoroughly, trying to discover what exactly happened there. The conclusion was not that obvious, since in addition to Michael’s smell there was a strange one - a new creature whom they’d never met before. “Bury them with due respect,” the dwarf ordered and they immediately, they all began digging. It looked funny seeing a dwarf as a commander of fully grown werewolves, perfect machines for killing but the truth was that all the pack trusted him more than Dervel. They used to say that Dervel was a good Alpha as long as everything went well. As soon as something was wrong, he was a very unpredictable leader. Brutal, violent and disrespectful. His only trusted weapon was fear. That is why so man