"I don't care about being discreet. Whoever did this has decided to step on the wolf's tail. I don't even care about the money I lost, I just want to make them pay."It was a new challenge for Ryan. He was used to being the undisputed Lord of the underworld in his terrain. His foster father was out of the country minding some of his own business while Ryan ruled over his self proclaimed empire. Everybody shook with the mere mention of Ryan's name let alone dare to cross paths or stand against him. Yet somebody did just that. They tipped the marine officers about a cargo that Ryan was smuggling into the country. His ship was stopped at the previous dock. An insult to Ryan's reputation itself. "I understand how you feel. I can hardly keep my own nerves calm. But nobody knows about the tip off yet. They think the ship is stuck at regular custom check up. We don't want anybody else to know we got any competition. My boys are already on it. They will soon find out the bastard who

Ryan literally ran inside his home after jumping off his car even before it could brake. Sherry was standing at his porch with her hands over her hips. His sharp nose could easily pick up the oddity in the air. "Hey Ryan, what's the joke?"She haughtily asked. "What are you talking about, Sherry?"Ryan asked with his head arched in an angle at her manners. "Don't play dumb with me! My stuffs are missing, and I know you were the one behind it." "I have no idea what you're talking about. What stuff?"He literally was clueless. He looked impatient. But his impatience was not due to Sherry's accusations. He could sniff somebody else's presence. Somebody whose scent was not supposed to there. Somebody who did not belong to his household. "You know, my favorite lipstick, my phone charger, and my lucky socks and..."She hesitated. " And what? "" AND MY UNDERWEAR! "Sherry yelled with almost tears in her eyes. "They're all gone, and I bet you're behind it."She sat down with a t

Ryan led Sherry and his men through the empty streets until they arrived at the garage. As they entered, Sherry could barely see anything in the dark and desolate space.As she approached the garage, she felt an eerie sense of dread creep over her. The door creaked open with a rusty groan, revealing a dimly lit interior. The walls were lined with peeling paint, and the concrete floor was stained with oil and grime. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline and musty, damp earth.In the shadows, she could make out the silhouette of a car, its headlights casting a sickly yellow glow that flickered ominously. The walls were cluttered with tools and spare parts, their outlines indistinct in the low light. The ceiling was draped with cobwebs, and the corners are shrouded in darkness.As she stepped closer, her eyes began to adjust to the dim light, revealing the scattered debris and forgotten relics of a bygone era. A rusted gas canister rested in the corner, its label long since worn a

It was clear that the situation was not normal. "What could have done this kind of damage?"Sherry wondered in her head,barely able to look at the gore and grime but curious nevertheless,"It looks like a very large canine. Maybe a wolf or a bear?"She exclaimed after watching the zillion bite marks on the man's body and chest. He was bit and scratched by what was evidently a wild and rabid beast. A larger member of the canidae family. "A bear? That's unlikely."Josh walked in from behind. He was not there when the first batch of Ryan's men had rushed in. "But these wounds are deep and vicious. It could only be a bear.A wild dog or even wolves don't have such strength or... " Sherry was trying to make a point when Ryan cut her off as usual and jumped right beside her. "Let's not jump to conclusions just yet. We need to investigate this further."Sherry watched Ryan give Josh a peculiar look and Josh seemed to understand and nod in agreement. They examined the body more closely.

Sherizad was out of her pack again and in the company of her best girl, Midnight. The two of them had snuck out of their tents without alerting anyone, specially Sherizad's father. It wasn't that she was doing anything wrong, per se, she just didn't want anyone to know that she was meeting with Alpha Ryan, outside, informally. They had agreed to meet at a local inn. It wasn't really a secret meeting, as the inn was a popular spot for wolves to gather and socialize. It was located beside the woods where it coincided with the borders of a few wolf packs. It was not lavish but it was not small either. As they entered the inn, Sherizad saw that place was bustling with activity, and the aroma of roasting meat filled the air. The innkeeper, a stout old wolf with a bushy moustache that could replace his tail, greeted them warmly and led them to a table near the fireplace.Ryan was already there, along with two of his 'packlings', Beck and Josh. Sherizad had met them both before. Beck was l