The night held its breath. Smoke from the fires curled above the ruins of the were-chimpanzees' camp, and the moonlight spread like white batter across the clearing. What began as a scream of terror had long turned into silence. Ligon toward Mangolia who had just knocked another chimp unconscious. Ripo emerged from the bush, his hands still on his lips as he walked slowly toward Ligon. For a long moment neither spoke. Finally, Ripo spoke, his voice a loud whisper in the silence. “You’re not… a normal werewolf, are you?” Ligon tilted his head slightly, almost curious. “Does it matter?” Mangolia gave a dry laugh, raw and shaky. He reached Ligon in five strides, he stopped abruptly, looking down to stare into Ligon's eyes. Then he moved back. Once. He looked around at the devastation Ligon had caused. The broken walls, the fallen bodies, the thick smoke that filled the air in remembrance of the wreckage. Ligon’s gaze swept over him. “It’s over,” he said, voice low but carrying
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-01-09
