All the kids were sound asleep when the clock struck midnight. The pack warriors, including myself, were stationed to guard everyone in our group. I wasn’t going to sleep tonight.
I decided to wander around until I found myself near the lake. I chose to sit on the boulder and watch the moonlight dance across the starless night. Until something I had heard before we left for Gardenia popped into my head.
I was taking a walk around the pack house when I overheard the maids gossiping about the recent incident in Skyrim. Ten people were allegedly mercilessly murdered by an unknown culprit.
It could be the Red Lycanthropes. But how is it possible? Lycanthropy no longer exists. They vanished fifty years later, along with all the people I had.
Red Lycanthropes were known for their strength an
