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“All I have to say is that whoever is freeing the wolves in Oconee, they won’t stop until all of the wolves are free. And in the meantime? We’re here to help those who make it to us.” The newswoman hesitated, then her smile grew a touch more genuine. She turned to the camera. “You heard it, everyone. So, for anyone worried about our southern neighbors, donating to the Werewolf Liberation Fund is an excellent way to help. Anything else to say, Mr. Carmillan?” “Go to our website to see other ways you can help if you’re short on money. We could always use more volunteers. We’re also in the planning stages of getting a charity run set up.”

I stood up quickly and ran outside to see how possible it was for a werewolf to be in the Lycans castle. As I searched around, trying to pick up the scent again, my hearing and smelling senses failed as a loud fire alarm began blaring and smoke and water splattered everywhere. The whole room became rowdy as other doctors and nurses ran helter-skelter from the castle's clinic section, but I didn't go with them as my instincts told me that it was all a decoy to make everyone flee. I kept on searching for the werewolf I had perceived earlier and it was very difficult as my hearing and smelling senses were reduced and I could barely see a thing through the smoke everywhere.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

People screamed in the background. “This is Clarissa Myles reporting live from Capitol District,” the reporter shouted over the noise. “A horrific scene unfolded just moments ago, multiple witnesses say giant dogs, some claim werewolves, emerged from nowhere and launched a brutal attack! Blood in the streets. Bodies and panic.” The camera cut to a man, wild-eyed, panting. “It was crazy, man! They—people turned into wolves! I’ve only seen that kind of shit in movies! What the hell is going on?!”

"Sure, what do you want to know?" Davina hesitated, searching for the right words. "I was wondering about the significance of the full moon in werewolf legends. Is it true that werewolves are more powerful during a full moon?" Lucas chuckled, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "Ah, the full moon myth. It's a common misconception, actually. While it's true that some werewolves experience increased strength and heightened senses under a full moon, it's not a universal trait. The moon has no control over us, despite what the stories say."

“I think we should answer their questions first considering they clearly aren’t from here. We can learn all about them later.” Dain’s eyes narrowed on the two of us. Clearly, he didn’t trust us either. They softened when they returned to his fiery haired mate. “Very well,” He hummed, “We are Wolves, and you are in the Iridescence Pack. My pack.” Rachel cleared her throat loudly and he smiled apologetically, “Sorry, I meant our pack. Here there is no such thing as Lycans or otherwise.” An unmistakable glimmer of interest filled his eyes, both of which swirled like miniature galaxies. “I’ve studied the water for quite some time, but never have I seen it transcend realms before. It must’ve take

she replies happily. “I think as long as we don’t have anything specific on how to find the Crystal Ice Pack, searching for them is too dangerous,” I say with finality. “I still gonna leave my scent in diners and information on how to find me for any werewolves passing by,” I smile at them.

Uncle Bob warned him. Myrtle gasped as she went beside him. “D-Don’t tell me… You are thinking that Uncle…” Myrtle worriedly interjected. Uncle Bob looked at her. “We have no other choice. That is the only thing that could save her life, Myrtle.” Uncle Bob replied – before looking at me. He stared at me dangerously. “You must decide on this, Hunter. You need to be in that ritual. You need to bite her… and make her a werewolf.”

the interviewer asked. “I have nothing much to say to the people of the world because there's really nothing they can do. Only the governments of the world can do something about this, and only their people can make them act. One thing I'll say is that there are only three cities where all the werewolves are currently located. These cities are Willow Crest, Mystic Meadow, and Westerville. They'll soon spread to the rest of the world if not tamed, and all hell will break loose when that happens,” the man said.

"It's strictly for authorized werewolves. You can find the cure there." I exhaled in relief. At last, the victim had the solution. Neil gave me the code, and I entered the site, searching for the fucking cure to silver. There was a network glitch for some time, and the page couldn't load on time, but finally, after refreshing the page through gritted teeth, the cure finally stood before me.