Freya and Martin along with Vicky headed back to the small city of supernaturals, around the small town was packed. People were hurrying about in a hurry. The sheriff, an old werewolf, was standing and people were yelling around him. One old werewolf woman was wailing her eyes out.
“We would check this out” came the sheriff’s loud voice.
“It’s a plague, humans did this. Those bastards, we should go out for war” one said and the growing crowd roared out in approval. The sheriff was trying to say something but it seemed as if no one was listening. Freya turned to Martin and Vicky and sighed.
“This is getting bad,” Martin said and Vicky nodded.
“Who did you think did it?” Vicky asked. Freya was hardly listening, her mind was racing. It was a matter of time before the sickness would spread
