Bewildered by what just happened in front of him, he tried to pull himself up but he couldn’t. He kept tripping on his own feet, he suddenly stopped trying to run away and watch the fight going on between the two“What is your deal Nimueh? Why have you come?” Henry growled“My business is none of your business, I have come to get my hands dirty with wolf’s blood” She smirked, she held out her hand and a metal bo staff appeared in it“Are you sure? Because it seems you have a far more different agenda” Henry said referring to Dylan who just kept watching in total confusion, Nimueh charged at Henry.She hit the staff on the floor as he charged towards her too and a heavy wind threw him across the road onto a metal trash can, he jerked up back on all fours afterwards“Seems Legion hasn’t learnt his lesson, sending your pathetic little ass to try and battle me!” she said in between her teeth before throwing the staff at him, he dodged it and with a wicked smirk on his face he pounced on N
Dylan’s eye fluttered open slowly as his pupils tried to adapt to the environment he was in, he slowly sat up straight up on the bed as he held his head which was banging in pain.He touched his forehead and noticed he had bruised it pretty hard, he soon started looking around in the room and figured he wasn’t laying in his own bed and this wasn’t his house. He suddenly jerked off the bed and stood by the window of the room that was lighted e few bulbs“Oh you’re awake, good. Drink this then get your shit and get out of my house” Henry said as he limped towards Dylan with a glass of water. Dylan collected the water and drank from the glass before gently placing the cup down on the table by the bedside“What am I doing here? how did I get here” He started asking questions, Henry groaned in frustration. He was dealing with pain as his wound wasn’t healing quick and now he has to answer the question of a dimwit in his football team. Since that’s what he seems him as.“I saved your ass fr
“Okay okay calm down, I know that you’re mad about the whole fight thing but you should understand that all of this is pretty much new to me and I have a lot of questions that need answering” Dylan said“Thank you for saving me, I really appreciate that but dude you were missing for like maybe a year and then you come back looking so badass…..Then I find out that you are a werewolf” he added with excitement in his voice“a lot of shits happened to me and being a werewolf isn’t actually a flex so don’t get all hyped up about it” Henry scoffed, trying to shatter his excitement“Dude being a werewolf is totally a flex, why the fuck would you say that? The incredible hearing, the sense of smell, speed like lightning and how you can make your eyes glow and all other shit. Bro! if that doesn’t excite you then nothing would ever excite you” Dylan said, sounding like he was a fan of werewolf or Henry’s crazy fanDylan watched a lot of supernatural movies growing up, including those power ran
After Roman’s encounter with his dad, he angrily went back home. Since the little walk he took to try and clear his head was disrupted by his good for nothing dad then what’s the point of his walk?He was trying to let go of some thoughts not run into the man that opened the gate of his life to be made a living hell. Nothing hurt Roman more than the fact that it was his father who caused his misfortune, who ruined the family and brought them all to the mercy of a wicked man. Roman would never forgive his dad; he was like a role model to him. He looked up to him so much and thought he was that great of a person to be like but turns out he was just a devil living amidst them.He decided to take a quick nap since it’s been a rough couple of days anyways, no one had never really gotten enough sleep due to the running around and trying to figure shit out.He kept tossing and turning on the bed, squinting and groaning. Roman couldn’t seem to get a good sleep so he just sat up straight,
Dylan had refused to leave Henry’s house after what he had encountered earlier, he was curious to know more. He wanted to get involved one way or the other; he was this unpopular student who just stuck to his books, research and the possibility of becoming a good detective in the future.He never really had anything fun going on, ever. And now something he never thought was possible happened right before his eyes, something that could finally give his life some spark and he wasn’t ready to walk away from it or pretend it never happened.“what do you mean the power kills you? Is it that you get hurt after your transformation or what?” Dylan asked with a curious tone as he leaned on one of the pillars in the room“I-I sometimes feel like I’m dying every time I use my powers too much” Henry grunted as he walked over to a cabinet and started pulling the drawers one by one in search for something.“is that like a side effect that most of you have? There are many of you right?” Dylan asked
Sheriff Hardin left the school with nothing but sheer terror on his face, the killer is on a spree and it’s like he’s upping his game.Because it’s still a mystery how he still hasn’t flopped, maybe dropped his killing weapon or a strand of hair or anything with his Dna on it. Hardin keeps thinking that whoever was doing this is very familiar with the town for him to get this far in his atrocities and still not get caught.He was scared but now he is terrified but mostly for his son, what if it’s true and the killer is not doing this in sequence. Then Dylan isn’t safe.But then one part of him keeps thinking maybe Grey might have something to do with this or Bernard, a part of him really wants it to be true so he could just be off this case.But then sometimes most of the crimes don’t add up, disappearing teenagers, dead teenagers, a potential killer and the woman who was found in the woods with her husband dead in the middle of the road. Then there is the case of Sophie and her girlf
The next morning Sheriff Hardin went to drop his son off at school; the car was filled with a awkward silence all through the ride from home. Dylan wasn’t his talkative or inquisitive self as usual. He was acting like something had changed in him.Sheriff Hardin was trying his best to respect Dylan’s private space but he just couldn’t, people don’t just change or get filled with rage over night. They had to be triggered to even do so.“Do you want to stop by later at the station and see if you could help me out on some cases?” Sheriff Hardin offered as he was focused on the steering while stealing quick glances at Dylan who just seemed like he really want to be out of the car“Are you asking for my help?” Dylan asked in a confused tone“Yes?” Sheriff Hardin answered dryly“And why would you even do that? Up until yesterday I’m pretty sure you thought I was out digging through shit for evidence and you were ready to scold me for it” Dylan fired back in accusation, Sheriff Hardin was qu
“What if…what if this is what they were doing and they didn’t let me know?” Joan said in a panicking state “Oh no, Oh my God” she was about to lose her mind, she was slowly having a panic attack “Mom” Harley rushed towards her and placed her on the couch “What do you think Sheriff?” Harley asked, Sheriff Hardin turned to look at her with his hands resting on his duty belt “I….I don’t know. I believe in animals but werewolves are just myths, what if this is just a fake document to throw you off your game cause he knows you’re on to him” Hardin shrugged “No it’s not! This….” Harley grabbed the documents off his desk “All this is pretty real and if you ignore it then more people are just going to die!” she fired “Werewolves might not be real, but this is. These are real people with real surnames and identities and some go to my school. Look it up sheriff and just try to find some meaning to this.” Harley pressed further; Hardin kept staring at her in disbelief “Hardin, you can’t le