Chapter Four- Killer wolf
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Police Staton — Midday
“I’m telling you what I saw.”
Officer Stewart stood in front of the desk, exhausted eyes fixed on the two detectives across from him.
Neither looked convinced.
One sighed loudly and dropped
the case file onto the table.
“A guy with glowing eyes?” the older detective repeated flatly.
Stewart clenched his jaw.
“Yes.”
The second detective scoffed.
“You seriously expect us to write that into an official report?”
Stewart ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
“I know how it sounds.”
“Oh, do you?” the older one snapped. “Because right now it sounds like you lost control of a body transport and made up a fantasy story to cover your ass.”
“That’s not what happened.”
“Then explain how two armed officers lost a corpse.”
Silence.
Stewart’ breathing tightened slightly.
Because he couldn’t explain it properly without sounding insane.
The road had been empty.
One second they were driving.
The next—
something appeared in front of the vehicle.
" Not normal movement, very fast and those eyes, glowed like gold, I saw him,” Stewart said again quietly.
The detectives exchanged a look.
Then one leaned back in his chair.
“You hit a tree at night after transporting a mutilated body from the woods,” he said. “You were tired. Shocked. Probably concussed.”
Stewart shook his head immediately.
“No.”
“You want the truth?” the older detective added coldly. “This whole town’s already panicking over these killings. The last thing we need is officers spreading supernatural nonsense.”
Stewart stayed silent.
Because arguing further wouldn’t
matter.
They already decided he was incompetent or crazy.
The older detective closed the file sharply.
“You’re suspended until further notice.”
That hit harder than Stewart expected.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“That body was stolen.”
“ You lost it.”
Silence filled the office.
Then quietly—
almost to himself—
" I know what I saw". He muttered as he leaves the office
Ross POV
The scent didn’t pull at me anymore.
Neither did the pendant.
That used to bother me.
Now it didn’t.
Not because it was gone.
But because something else had started taking its place.
The wolf.
The one I saw before.
That was the only thing my mind kept returning to now.
Not Amy.
Not the details around her.
Just that one question:
Why was something protecting her?
School moved like it always did.
Noise. Laughter. Rumors about another body in the woods.
Not that it concerns me.
People were starting to sound less curious and more afraid.
I listened without reacting.
I had stopped reacting to most things.
Then I saw her.
Amy.
Same distance as before.
Same silence.
But this time, I didn’t just watch from far away.
I walked closer.
She noticed me immediately.
Not scared.
Just aware.
Her eyes met mine for a second longer than normal.
“You keep staring,” she said calmly.
I didn’t answer right away.
Most people would’ve looked away first.
She didn’t.
“I wasn’t staring,” I said.
A pause.
She tilted her head slightly.
“You were.”
There was no accusation in her voice.
Just observation.
That made it worse somehow.
I exhaled slightly.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
Her expression shifted a little.
Not discomfort.
Just memory.
“Smoke City,” she said.
I frowned slightly.
“That’s far.”
She nodded.
“Yeah, it is.”
That answer didn’t explain anything.
But it also didn’t feel like a lie.
The bell rang somewhere behind us.
People started moving again.
Conversation broke.
Amy adjusted her bag strap.
“I should go. See you around,” she said.
Then she paused slightly.
“You always look like you’re thinking too hard about things you don’t say out loud.”
I didn’t respond.
She gave a faint smile and walked away.
And for the first time, I didn’t immediately follow.
I just watched her go.
Like I was trying to understand what I was missing.
That night, I told Mrs. Carter I was going out.
I don’t call her Mom. She understood, or pretends to.
“Movie with Zach,” I said.
She looked up from the kitchen immediately.
Zach.
My friend.
Who I always ignore anytime he comes around to hang out.
“You haven’t gone to a movie with
Zach since he has ever begged you to,” she said.
I shrugged slightly.
“Guess I feel like it tonight.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“You don’t ‘feel like it’ for anything. Is it a girl? You know you can always talk to me, right?”
I rolled my eyes and adjusted my hoodie.
“It’s just a movie.”
She didn’t look convinced.
But she didn’t push further.
She just watched me for a second longer than necessary.
“Be careful,” she said finally.
I nodded once.
Then left.
I didn’t meet Zach.
I went the other direction.
Amy’s route was easy to trace now.
She always moved the same way after school.
Same turns.
Same silence.
The house wasn’t anything special.
Not large.
Not guarded.
Just lived in.
I stayed where I was.
The street was darker than usual.
Heavy.
Still.
Lights came on inside the house.
I didn’t move closer.
Not yet.
Because something else made me pause.
A shift in air.
Not scent.
Not instinct.
Something heavier.
I stepped slightly behind a wall.
And then I saw it.
A figure.
Standing at the edge of the house’s shadow line.
Still.
Watching the house.
Watching her.
The guardian.
I recognized it immediately.
The same presence from before.
The wolf.
But it wasn’t alone in its attention.
Something else moved behind it.
Low.
Unstable.
Wrong.
Another wolf.
But this one looked menacing, moving slowly behind the other.
This isn’t a full moon, but they are transformed.
They aren’t betas—that’s clear.
I moved quietly, trying to get closer.
It didn’t wait.
It attacked.
Fast.
Violent.
Two werewolves attacking each other.
Someone went rogue.
The guardian reacted instantly.
The impact shook the space between them.
They hit the ground hard.
Amy was inside.
Unaware.
The fight escalated quickly.
Too quickly.
The rogue was aggressive.
Uncontrolled.
The guardian held its ground,
but it was losing strength.
I watched from a distance.
Still.
Calculating.
Then the rogue landed a clean strike.
The guardian staggered.
Blood hit the ground.
Something in me tightened slightly.
Not emotion.
Recognition.
This wasn’t random anymore.
The guardian collapsed.
Still.
The rogue turned toward the house.
Toward Amy.
That was enough.
I moved.
Fast.
Controlled.
Silver left my hand in one motion.
The strike hit the rogue before it reached the house.
It screamed.
It turned on me immediately.
Too late.
I was already inside its range.
One strike.
Then another.
Clean.
Final.
It dropped.
Silence returned again.
I didn’t relax.
Because I felt it immediately.
Presence.
Multiple.
Moving closer.
Fast.
Organized.
Not rogue.
Not random.
Pack.
My breathing slowed.
I didn’t stay.
I moved instantly into the dark.
Roofline.
Shadow.
Distance.
Behind me, voices broke the silence.
But I didn’t look back.
Because for the first time since I started hunting—I wasn’t hidden anymore.
I had been seen.
And something was coming for me.
- Writer
