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I fall to the ground. The man who turned into a werewolf is right above me. I crawl backwards. My whole body gt goosebumps. Fear sneaks into every swish of my blood. My heartbeat is erratic. I am trembling. The werewolf roared right in front of me. Our eyes are both locked. "Will this be my death? Will I die tonight?"

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, as if the very forest itself held its breath, awaiting the clash between two formidable forces. Suddenly, a low growl reverberated through the stillness, breaking the silence like thunder. George, the rogue werewolf, emerged from the darkness, his eyes blazing with a feral hunger. His unkempt fur and scars told tales of a life filled with rage and abandonment. "Well, well. We meet again," George muttered. With bared fangs and raised hackles, he lunged forward, his intention clear—to eliminate anyone who stood in his way. Hailey and Lilian stood firm, their hearts pounding, adrenaline coursing through their veins. They knew this battle would not only

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

His voice was eerily calm, but the raw power in his tone made me shudder. The rogue snapped its fangs at him in defiance. Big mistake. Zephyr drove his knee into its chest, knocking the air out of the beast. Then, with one brutal motion, he grabbed its wrist and twisted—CRACK! The werewolf howled in agony as its arm bent at an unnatural angle. The growing crowd gasped. Some screamed. “Holy shit,” someone whispered. “Is he even a human?!”

I strained to hear more, hoping for a clue. The argument between the two men escalated, their voices growing louder. Suddenly, from nowhere, a werewolf emerged, its eyes glowing menacingly in the dim light. It pounced on the bandit, its claws tearing into him with savage efficiency. The bandit's screams were short-lived, ending in a gurgle as blood poured from his wounds. Zaza grabbed my arm, her eyes wide with fear. "We need to get out of here," she whispered urgently.

“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.

He was drying up before my eyes—his once-light skin turning black and cracked as something burned straight through him from the inside out. Within seconds, there was nothing left of him, but skin stretched thin over the bone. Silence fell. A silence so deep, so unnatural, it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t dare move. Morgan stood over what was left of him—skin, bones, ash. Her expression was almost serene, like she’d just finished a fine meal. She turned slowly, her eyes landing on the werewolf next. “No—please,” he whimpered, crawling backwards, shaking. “Please, not me." I’ll do anything—just don’t—”

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

) He wonders to himself however. 'Boom!' a large explosion goes off sending tree chunks at him. "Wwwwwwwaaaaaarrr!" The wolf cries out as it evades the chunks swiftly. "Haaaaaaaaa, you won't make this easy for me will you.... Huh Jason?" A girl's voice came from behind the destroyed tree. (Clara!) He yelled in his mind his fangs showing hostility towards his childhood friend. The red haired girl stepped up and watched as the wolf ran away again "Even as a werewolf you're still weird" a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again.