"But I just explained to you, it's only a medical condition. You aren't cursed," Dr. Ellen said, her voice filled with concern for her daughter's well-being. "You can't understand, Mum. This isn't any post-traumatic nonsense. I'm not even scared of the wolf in the woods, but I'm freaking scared of the one in my dreams. Mum, I think something is wrong with me... something mystical. Just like today when that old lady, Mrs. Fernanda, jumped on me. She didn't know me, but do you know what she said to me?" Clara said, her tone frantic. "Who is Mrs. Fernanda, and why did she attack you? I hope you're not hurt," Dr. Ellen said, her voice laced with worry. "I'm not hurt, but that's not the point. Do you know what the old lady said to me, Mum?" Clara said, her voice trembling. "I don't know, darling. Tell me," her mum said, her eyes fixed on Clara's face. "She called me a Loba," Clara said, her voice rising in panic. "And what's that?" Dr. Ellen asked, her voice softening. "A She Wolf...

"Who else wants to taste the fury of Greyjoy for the honor of my Alpha!" Greyjoy exclaimed, his voice dripping with a mix of anger and determination. Volunteers were scarce, well aware of the damage he had already inflicted on four formidable opponents, leaving them severely injured. However, after some time, a timid figure summoned the courage to step up into the ring. He possessed a large presence, though it was primarily due to his excess weight rather than defined muscles... "Who is this guy?" Adams inquired, directing his question to Lara, his curiosity piqued by Greyjoy's intimidating presence. "That's Greyjoy Stones, also known as Skull Crusher," Lara provided a brief introduction. "I see. He certainly looks formidable," Adams remarked, acknowledging the undeniable strength radiating from Greyjoy. "Formidable? That's an understatement. He personifies the word 'tough.' He's one of the strongest, if not the strongest, wolf in Lucian's park. He had his heart set on becoming Luc

Lucian stood up gracefully from his seat, his eyes locked with Peterson, the vampire who exuded an air of sophistication in his impeccably tailored grey suit and stylish Italian shoes. The intensity of their gaze gave way to laughter as they warmly embraced, the weight of their shared history evident in their reunion. "Welcome, my dear Peterson. Your presence is a pleasant surprise," Lucian greeted him, a genuine smile playing on his lips. Peterson glanced around the vibrant party scene, his eyes lingering on the lifeless body of Greyjoy sprawled on the ring. "Quite the spectacle you've orchestrated here, my friend," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. Lucian chuckled, his laughter resonating with a mix of satisfaction and dark humor. "Indeed. But let's find a quieter corner to converse and indulge ourselves in a drink," he suggested, his arm affectionately draped over Peterson's shoulder as they strolled away, their laughter fading into the distance. Adams arche

“Not of any I have heard or read of, this is really strange," Dr. Campbell said, carefully extracting body tissues from the deceased using her instruments. "I am guessing some kind of abnormal hormone or cell development. Even that doesn't fully explain this phenomenon. I will need to conduct further tests to unravel the truth." Officer Smokes looked perplexed. "Is this the only case?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Dr. Campbell shook her head. "Not at all. All the bodies you have brought to my attention share traces of wolf DNA. It's a perplexing discovery." After spending some time with the doctor, Sergeant Chriswell and Officer Smokes headed back to their police vehicle parked a short distance away. "This is one case that keeps me anxious and curious. I believe the key to solving it lies in finding that man, Eric Damian," Sergeant Chriswell expressed his determination. "I'm also eager to unravel the mystery, but you know the sheriff has ordered us to keep this investigation c

“But my alpha...it's very unwise to do that, our cover would be blown wide open,” he replied, his voice laced with genuine concern. Deep down, he knew that going against Damian would unleash his wrath upon them, and the consequences would be severe. “I don't care, just do what I ask you to do. You are ten men out there, surely you can handle a confrontation with him if it comes to that. So do as I asked!” Lucian barked, his voice filled with determination and a touch of desperation. “Alright, sire,” he said, his throat tightening with fear as Lucian hung up the call. “Oh God, save us from the hands of the devil. Amen,” Lucian's man prayed, crossing himself with a trembling hand, his eyes filled with apprehension. The rest joined him in prayer, their voices echoing with whispered amens as they sought divine protection. They emerged from their hiding place and cautiously made their way to the hotel where Damian was staying. Each step was taken with trepidation, aware of the dangerou