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I said aloud. “Now we have to get back home, mama has some tasks for me later in the day” She took me through another route home. “You can either take this route or the other” she said excitedly. “And later in the evening we would go to the boxing center to watch an interesting show” “What is the show all about?” I asked her. “Normally every weekend, in the evenings there’s always a match between two werewolves. It is used to determine who the strongest is. At the end of the day, the strongest goes home with a reward from the crowd”

She had always been a skeptic when it came to supernatural beings, but the events of the past few days had made her question everything she thought she knew. She decided to do some research on werewolves and their behavior. She spent hours reading articles and watching videos on the internet, trying to understand the bond that Edward had mentioned. As she delved deeper into the subject, she found that werewolves were fiercely loyal to their mates and would do anything to protect them. The bond between them was unbreakable, and they could sense each other's emotions and thoughts.

Allison and Tyler. “Ew,” I spit out before I can catch myself. Jake laughs at my reaction, holding the door open for me. “It is actually a natural thing among the packs. They do not care whether they are caught or heard. It is the way of nature,” Jake says with a tone of sarcasm. I enter the cabin, still disgusted at what Jake said. I do not care if it is natural, there is still mutual respect and human decency. Perhaps werewolves do not have the latter.

I woke up half dead. My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins... A nightmare? I felt tightness in my chest as I struggled to breathe. I shoved the werewolf book aside with was lying on my stomach. Mom was right. Reading all those werewolf stuff gave me a freaking nightmare. I wanted to get up but my whole body felt numb, tired and dead... I couldn't die from a nightmare, right? Like seriously. Dragging my whole I reached my bathroom somehow which felt like I have already walked a mile to reach here.

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

"When last did you eat something?'' I ask him. Worrying. ''Today,'' he stutters. I frown ''I mean when last did you hunt. When last did you eat real meat fresh from the bone?" Werewolves can eat normal foods; we eat everything but the only thing that makes us who we are is fresh meat—with the blood still dripping. Hunting the meat ourselves gives us more strength. We can't survive without hunting; it is a necessity in our lifestyle ''A week ago" he answers and my heart drops in my chest. What-the-fuck?

“I have to see him, please.” As I turned to leave, resolved to find him on my own, a voice from the TV stopped me in my tracks. “…breaking news—an unidentified creature thought to be a werewolf has been apprehended…” My eyes were drawn to the screen. The reporter's voice faded into the background as the camera panned—chains, poor lighting, blood on the floor… and then— Lennox. Unconscious. Bound. Struggling to breathe.

Taylor explained. “Alright. Are there any other options?” I asked. “Unfortunately. I have heard that there are humans in your area that aren’t that happy about having werewolf packs so close. Even though we are viewed as the good guys, humans still think that we pose a threat. Blame TV for that. They believe the shit that they see on TV and that’s not who we are. We don’t change only under a full moon and we don’t forget everything that happens while we are wolves. We are in complete control of our wolves. But they don’t believe that.” Taylor explained.

I leaned forward, bracing myself for whatever it was he was going to say. "As you can tell, there's a crazy werewolf serial killer on the loose," He began, leaning back into his chair, his eyebrows forming an obvious v shape. "Whoever it is either knows or has studied everything there is to know about werewolves," He explained, drumming his fingers rhythmically on the desk. "Because for some reason despite their healing abilities they're still dying off like chickens."

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.