My Fallen Werewolf

Once, the Walton family stood as a beacon of success and integrity within the business world. Founded by the patriarch, Robert Walton, the company thrived under his guidance, embodying the values of hard work, honesty, and family unity.However, as Robert's health declined with age, his children grew restless, each harboring ambitions of their own. John, the eldest son, craved power and control, while his siblings, Sarah and Michael, resented his domineering nature. As Robert's condition worsened, John saw an opportunity to seize control of the family business. Manipulating his father's failing memory and exploiting his siblings' insecurities, he maneuvered his way into a position of authority, consolidating his grip on the company with ruthless efficiency.But power comes at a price, and John's ascent to the top left a trail of resentment and betrayal in its wake. Sarah and Michael, once his allies, now viewed him with suspicion and distrust, their once-close family bonds shattered b

The next day at Walton Corporation began like any other, with employees bustling about their tasks and the hum of productivity filling the air. But for Emily Walton, the events of the previous night lingered in the back of her mind, casting a shadow over the familiar surroundings. As she entered the office, Emily appeared composed and unruffled, her demeanour as calm and collected as ever. She wore a sharp business suit, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, giving her an air of confidence and authority. By her side, Lauretta walked with purpose, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble. Sarah and Michael Walton watched in shock and astonishment as Emily strode past them, seemingly unfazed by the events of the previous night. How had she survived? What had transpired in the darkness of the uncompleted building? As Emily settled into her office and began her work for the day, Sarah and Michael could not shake the feeling of unease that gripped them. T

As Emily and Lauretta delved deeper into the investigation, it was Lauretta's keen eye that uncovered the crucial clue they had been searching for. Zooming in on the soldier's tag in the CCTV footage, she was able to discern the engraved numbers and quickly relayed them to her contacts at the military. Weeks passed before they received a response, but when it came, It was a mixture of a good and bad feeling. The battalion to which the soldier belonged had been wiped out in the Afghanistan war, with only one survivor. The major they contacted, Major Reynolds, sat her down in his office, his expression somber as he brought out a framed picture of the fallen soldiers. "These men," Major Reynolds began, his voice heavy with emotion, "were some of the finest soldiers I've ever had the privilege of commanding. They were the vanguard, sent to gather intelligence in some of the most dangerous territories in Afghanistan." Lauretta listened intently, her gaze unwavering as s

As Alex's eyes fluttered open, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor echoed through the sterile hospital room. Confusion clouded his vision as he struggled to orient himself, the memories of battle still fresh in his mind."Nana?" he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper as he gazed up at the figure seated beside his bed. His grandmother's face softened with relief as she reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead."You're in the hospital, Alex," she murmured, her voice laced with concern. "You were injured, but you're going to be alright."But as the fog of anesthesia began to lift, Alex's mind was consumed by the haunting echoes of war. With a jolt, he remembered the faces of his fallen comrades, their names a litany of loss on his lips."Sarah... Michael... John..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with emotion as he called out the names of his team members. Each syllable felt like a dagger to his heart, a painful reminder of the lives lost in the line o

Alex quickly found himself settling into a routine. Every morning, he would jog through the forest trails, the fresh air and natural beauty helping to clear his mind. The townspeople were friendly and welcoming, though they were curious about the new arrival. Nana introduced him to the locals at the weekly farmers' market. Alex met the town's mayor, Mr. Thompson, and several other key figures, including Mrs. Harper, the librarian, and Mr. Jenkins, who owned the local hardware store. "Nice to meet you, Alex," Mr. Jenkins said, shaking his hand firmly. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Alex nodded, grateful for the warm reception. "Thank you. I appreciate it." Determined to keep himself busy, Alex took up various odd jobs around town. He helped repair fences, painted houses, and even assisted at the local bakery, where Mrs. Parker taught him how to bake bread. One afternoon, as Alex was fixing a roof, Mr. Thompson approached him. "Alex, I hear you’ve been qu