Meeting Again
1060 Words
The message jolted Darren awake. He quickly grabbed the phone to see who had texted the message—it was another elder from his pack.
For months now, werewolves had been mysteriously disappearing. As of last night, twelve werewolves had gone missing.
Darren, the most outstanding of the younger generation, had been entrusted by the Alpha King to investigate these disappearances.
The missing werewolves seemed to have no obvious connections, and because their identities are always kept strictly hidden from human society, the police had no idea these disappearances were linked.
All they knew was that people had been going missing over the past nine months.
Plus the missing werewolves didn’t live in the same area, making it even harder to draw attention from law enforcement.
After all werewolies going missing wasn’t uncommon, and even if the police did look into it, it would be a massive undertaking.
Darren frowned as he finished reading the message, asked, "Is there any additional information besides their names?"
Edward looked equally troubled, "We only know that this latest one is from the Northern Silver Wolf clan. Other than that, we have nothing."
The mention of the Silver Wolf clan caught Darren's attention. He pulled out the information on the previous eleven missing werewolves and began cross-referencing it. And finally, something clicked.
The Silver Wolf clan, one of the most powerful fighters in the whole werewolves clan...
Rolling up his sleeves, Darren pointed at the photos spread out on the table. "Edward, have you ever noticed it? All of the missing werewolves are highly skilled fighters."
With this prompt, Edward quickly grabbed the photos for a closer look. Sure enough, a hidden clue emerged revealing a secret connection between the missing werewolves.
Besides the Silver Wolf clan from last night, there were the Shadow Wolves, the Sky Wolves, the Forest Wolves...Every one of them was known for they fighting ability.
Darren’s father, who is a Fire Wolf ledding the entire werewolf pack, hailed from the most powerful of them all—the Fire Wolf clan.
In this clan, every werewolf was a formidable fighter, capable of wielding fire, one of the most destructive elements.
"Why is this happening? If even these strong werewolves can't protect themselves, how can the weaker clans?" Edward asked angrily.
Darren looked up, his tone icy, "They’re not done. There will be another strike. We need to prepare."
In reality, there were only fourteen clans in the entire werewolf pack that excelled in combat.
Twelve of them had already been affected by the disappearances, leaving only the Fire Wolf clan and the Iron Wolf clan untouched.
That’ why Darren planned to set up surveillance within these two clans, keeping a close watch on everything.
Just as Darren and Edward were discussing their next steps, the door swung open again and a nurse rushed in, shouting, "Dr. Darren, the patient in 3A47 is having another episode! Please come quickly!"
Darren immediately got to his feet and followed the nurse as they hurried toward the ward.
The hospital where Darren worked had been left to him by his mother, giving him significant authority there.
He always used his position as a doctor to conceal his werewolf identity, only treating the most critically ill patients.
He was only interested in taking on the most challenging cases. It was clear that the patient in 3A47 was one of those cases.
The man, whose name is Andrew, had been brought in looking awfully pale with hollow eyes and barely a breath left in his body.
Darren had taken on Andrew’s case for certain special reasons. But he never told it to someone else.
As Darren stepped into the ward, he immediately spotted the girl he had met earlier this morning—the one who had picked him up and taken him home.
But now, her energy were gone, and the gentle smile from last night was no longer on her face.
She was kneeling by Andrew's bedside, her face drenched in tears as she clutched the man's hand, "Andrew, please, hang in there...I'm working hard to earn money and I’ll be able to afford the treatment...so please..."
Andrew weakly reached out a hand and felt the girl's face, "Evelyn, we all know it's natural that things get a bit sticky every now and then...I mean, we have to learn, just let it go..."
Evelyn sobbed uncontrollably, "No, I won't give up, Andrew. You're all I have..."
As she sank into despair, a quiet voice from a man, laced with a deadly warmth and came from right behind Evelyn.
Darren's voice, steady and cold, broke through the silence, "Stop crying. As long as I’m here, he won’t die."
Evelyn turned her head and saw the man behind her, calming down strangely.
He was tall and strong, his ample muscles still visible under the loose white coat, and a small mole above his left lip.
He exudes a sense of tranquility and composure in any situation, even now in the face of Andrew's condition, only a quiet confidence, making him appear incredibly reliable and professional.
Evelyn didn't know why, but the moment she saw this man, she had a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
Darren then had the nurse take Evelyn out, walked over to Andrew's bedside, taking out a medical flashlight to check his pupils while putting on an indifferent expression and inquiring, "Do you know what disease you have?"
"I don't know." Answered Andrew.
"When did your symptoms first appear?"
"It has been many years, probably starting from the year my sister died. That should have been 18 years ago."
"Your sister?"Darren frowned.
"Yes, my sister...She was a very beautiful girl. And we were dependent on each other in the orphanage, later I finally found her, but she was already seriously ill, and she died not long after..."
Darren changed the subject and started asking about Evelyn, "Was that girl just now your daughter? She's so filial."
"No, in fact she is my niece, she's only 18 years old. A very good kid, isn't she?"
Darren nodded with a smile.
Strangely, after saying this, Andrew immediately fell into a deep sleep.
As soon as his eyes closed, Darren cut his finger and put a drop of blood into the potion that was to be injected into Andrew's body.
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