The Rebirth of His Enemy
That couldn't be possible but then again, why would the principal lie.
Staring at the shock expressions on our faces, he lips pressed in a thin line. “I think I have some explanations to do,” he began. “I was one of the werewolf hunters who fought during the great war. My colleagues and I fought hand in hand to get rid of those monsters, but…” I could see the pain in his eyes, the one carried from the wounds that hadn't been healed for a long time. “They still had the upper hand. Their supernatural strength and speed gave them immense advantage. And as you could guess, there isn't a war with any casualties,” I could see a lot of things in his eyes, sorry, pain, hatred and above all, regrets.
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