My Hockey Alpha
But if it wasn’t Enzo and Luke who killed the man, and just happened to be a different werewolf, then…
I would be putting my friends in grave danger.
I thought back to before I met K, when I was doing research on werewolves. It may have just been an old wives’ tale, but the general consensus that I found on cryptozoology forums -- even those that were mostly frequented by casual lovers of the genre and not die-hard believers -- seemed to be that silver bullets were the best option for killing a werewolf.
“Lori, can I borrow your car while you guys get ready?” I asked, shoving the last bite of waffle in my mouth. “I just wanna run out and grab a couple supplies.”