We took everything we found before we travelled back outside again. I ate snacks as we worked and I didn’t even notice that it was dark by the time we got outside again. We gathered a lot of stories about werewolves and hunters. One story in particular stood out. A war. A war that has been going on for years. We still don’t know how this feud between the two groups started, even after our digging into every drawer we could find in that place.
“The forest was alive with the sounds of battle. The snarls of werewolves mingled with the shouts of hunters, and the air was thick with the scent of blood.
For years, the two groups had been at war. The hunters despised the werewolves, seeing them as monsters to be eradicated. The werewolves, in turn, saw the hunters as a threat to their very exis
