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Werewolf Party (Part Two)

I joined a werewolf group online, and the group leader is organizing a camping trip this weekend. We agreed to show our true forms when the moon rises. “Crack, hiss…” Suddenly, I heard the terrifying sounds of bones breaking and skin tearing. I watched as my friends in the group transformed one by one into werewolves over two meters tall. Once they finished transforming, they looked at me with eager expressions, seemingly puzzled as to why I hadn’t changed yet. I nervously pulled out the rabbit ears from my bag and put them on. Werewolf: “???”

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I stretched lazily, my body aching all over, but at least my spirits were lifted.

As I headed downstairs, I ran into some classmates from another class who were just getting out.

“Hey, stop!”

I continued on my way.

“I said stop!”

I didn’t even look up, wondering who this princess was with such an attitude.

Suddenly, a foot was propped against the wall in front of me.

“Are you deaf? Can’t you hear?” I looked up, confused, and saw a petite, beautiful girl looking down at me with an air of arrogance.

“Ah? Me? Sorry, I didn’t realize you were calling me.

What do you want?” The girl had skin whiter than snow, delicate like a Barbie doll.

She lifted her chin, her high ponytail swaying with the movement.

Every strand of hair seemed to scream entitlement.

“Didn’t you see me coming? You don’t know to make way?”

What a world; there are all kinds of characters out there.

Not wanting to stir up trouble, I stepped aside and said, “You go ahead.”

“You!”

“You already went first; how can I go?”

See, in this world, there’s always someone looking for a fight.

“Oh, look who it is—Miss Fiona!”

A friend from the werewolf group passed by, and Jason stuck his tongue out at me.

“Does your brother know how bossy you are at school?” Mentioning her brother seemed to throw her off for a moment.

“If you tell my brother, you’re dead! let’s go!”

As she walked past, she deliberately elbowed me.

I had anticipated this and squatted down to tie my shoelaces, causing her to stumble and kneel in front of me.

I reached out to help her.

“No need for such big gestures.”

A few people in the group saw this and burst out laughing.

“Get lost!”

The girl shook off my hand, looking angrily at Jason and the others.

“In this case of the missing girl from J University, Miles is a key focus. I advise you to find a new support quickly. By the way, I told all the group leaders not to accept anyone under Miles!”

A mocking glint flashed in her eyes as she leaned in close to my ear: “Do you really think Miles is a good guy? He bit someone before he was found again.

Do you think you might also get eaten?” Jason stuck his tongue out at her.

“Sister-in-law, don’t worry.

She’s just like this because of her brother; she thinks highly of our boss.”

I nodded, but felt confused.

It seemed I still knew too little about werewolves.

I casually draped my arm over Jason’s shoulder.

“Where are you guys heading later?”

“Thanks to you all for coming to the rescue today, let’s go, sister-in-law’s treating you to a good meal!”

Jason shot a nervous glance at the group leader, clearly wanting to go.

“let’s go, let’s go, drinks are on me!”

His eyes lit up at the mention of drinks: “let’s go, let’s go, sister-in-law is treating, anyone who doesn’t come is being disrespectful!”

Beer, white liquor, red wine, fruit wine…

After a few rounds of chit-chat, I finally understood the complicated love-hate dynamics of the werewolf clan.

Miles and George are both sons of the wolf king.

Miles’s mom was human, and when she gave birth, the child took a long time to transform.

The clan suspected her of cheating on the wolf king and kicked her out.

It wasn’t until Miles’s bloodline awakened when he was six that he was brought back, and I heard he came back covered in blood.

Miles’s mother raised Miles alone, was wrongfully accused for years, and was depressed, refusing to return, eventually dying that winter.

The wolf king, feeling guilty, took great care of Miles and even claimed he would give Miles the wolf king position originally meant for George.

However, Miles turned it down, feeling ungrateful.

George obtained the wolf king position but did not receive his father’s affection.

He had been at odds with Miles since they were kids but became more restrained as they grew up.

As for Fiona, she is George’s adopted sister, overly attached to her brother, and seizes opportunities to help him bully Miles.

I got picked on today just because she thought I was from Miles’s side.

“Come on, let’s have a drink!”

I took a shot.

Suddenly, I felt really sorry for Miles.

Before the age of six, he only had his mother, and after that, he had no one.

Knowing that this pack of wolves was pushing me to be his wife to avoid responsibility, he still took it all on himself.

He did his best to protect this unruly group of wolves and me.

Thinking of the physical contact that day in the forest, the spot where I had the mole drawn on my face felt even warmer.

“Our boss is really too pitiful!”

The group leader wolf got pretty emotional and cried after having too much to drink.

He grabbed my hand.

“Sister-in-law, you’re also quite pitiful…It’s all my fault for not keeping an eye on the administrator and letting you in. Actually, the boss has someone he likes…”

When I heard Miles had someone he liked, my heart sank.

“Do you know why the boss treasures his necklace pendant so much? It was given to him by his beloved… his beloved.”

I took another shot.

The group leader wolf wanted to say something else but was cut off by a handsome hand pouring him another drink.

“Mind your own business.”

Miles’s cold voice cut through the air.

My gaze followed his elegant finger, and I saw Miles’s slightly furrowed face.

“Hehe, Miles, you’re here!”

After he settled the bill, Miles pushed me against the advertisement board.

He helped a few werewolves from the group into a taxi.

Turning back, he looked like he wanted to be angry with me, but when he saw me drunk, he helplessly said, “Why can’t you ever listen? didn’t I tell you to stay away from werewolves?” Miles was serious yet unable to scold me, his tone contradictory yet gentle.

I shook my head in response.

Miles was truly dazzling; even the moonlight seemed to dim in comparison.

“let’s team up!”

I reached out my hand.

“The missing girl is named Clara; she’s my best friend.

I found a tuft of wolf fur in her diary, and I’m looking for someone to analyze it.

Miles, aren’t they suspecting you? let’s work together to find the murderer!”

Miles lowered his head, staring at my outstretched hand.

As he hesitated, I took a step forward.

Having had too much to drink, I stumbled, and Miles reached out to steady me.

I grasped his cool hand.

“Hehe, got you!”

Miles tried to shake me off, but I clung to him.

“Be careful, someone is watching you from behind…”

Miles looked surprised for a moment, but his eyes quickly returned to calm.

It had been too long since someone had genuinely cared and beneath that calm, there was a current of emotion.

My head hurt…

I woke up in a large, unfamiliar bed, taking a long time to recover.

I had passed out.

Before I blacked out, all I could remember was Miles’s almost devilishly handsome face.

“You drank too much; I don’t know where you live…”

Miles, dressed in white loungewear, explained while sipping coffee.

I…

Oh no, this is so awkward! My phone rang, the caller ID showed: Professor George.

“The comparison results are out.”

On the way to the animal research institute, Miles touched his prominent nose.

“I’m not trying to cooperate with you; I’m just worried you might get into trouble and then blame it on me.”

When George saw Miles, he didn’t seem surprised.

He walked over to the computer.

“After comparison, none of the two tufts of wolf fur came from the same wolf.”

My initially excited heart sank as I doubted the authenticity of the results.

Just then, I received the online testing report on Email, confirming that George wasn’t lying.

“Okay, thank you, Professor George.”

I pulled Miles along as we left.

However, just as we were about to exit, George blocked our path.

He held up the tuft of wolf fur I found in Clara’s diary and asked, “How did you get this?”

My eyes lit up. “Do you know who it belongs to?”

George nodded and opened another screen on the computer.

Only two pieces of information appeared on the screen.

The first entry is Miles’s, and it states: “He had a history of harming others at the age of 6…”

I looked up at Miles, who had a nonchalant expression and deliberately bared his teeth.

How childish.

Below Miles’s entry was one for “Jack,” which was entirely highlighted in red.

It detailed his numerous instances of harming others.

The most recent entry read: “On October 3rd, patient Maya disappeared from the hospital, suspected perpetrator Jack.”

I picked up the wolf fur sample for testing and said to George, “I found this in Clara’s diary.”

George’s pupils dilated slightly, and he avoided my gaze, his voice betraying a slight tremor.

“When did Clara go missing?” “On October 17th.”

George leaned heavily against the cabinet behind him, his tone sorrowful: “That must be Jack then.”

“Why are you so sure?” As the question escaped my lips, I realized my voice was trembling as well.

Miles opened Jack’s detailed address.

“If a werewolf goes on a rampage and eats someone without being discovered, on the 15th day, they will definitely lose control and eat a second person.”

Realizing that Clara could indeed have been devoured by an out-of-control werewolf, my heart ached painfully.

At night, the tenement buildings in the suburbs looked particularly eerie.

Few units had their lights on, but occasionally, shadows flitted through the alleys.

The air was filled with the smell of rotting garbage.

Our school is located in a relatively remote area.

As I looked at the pitch-black tenement buildings, I finally realized how prosperous the city center was, and how dark the other side could be.

Jack was too alert; just as we reached his residence, “Crash!”

The glass shattered, and Jack burst through the window.

Miles and George instantly surrounded him from two directions.

However, Jack used the terrain to his advantage and bolted in another direction.

I hid in the shadows and managed to trip him as he passed.

He was too quick; Jack flipped in the air and slammed into the wall.

The right side of his face was burned, and he was missing an eye.

The other eye glowed a fierce red as he lunged at me menacingly.

“Be careful!”

Everything started to spin around me.

Jack seized my collar and leaped onto the rooftop.

My back scraped against the rough wall, leaving me speechless from the pain.

The moon above loomed large.

Jack stood before me, stretching his limbs as he transformed into a ferocious werewolf.

I fought through the pain and held up the photo of Clara.

“Do you know this girl? Why did you kill her?”

Jack hesitated for a moment, as if he were genuinely trying to recognize the girl in the photo.

But soon, the last glimmer of clarity in his eyes faded.

He opened his bloodied maw…

“Charlotte!”

Miles shot Jack in the neck.

Before we headed out, George had given Miles a syringe gun, claiming it could suppress the hormones of werewolves.

The moment Jack was shot, he lurched and fell from the rooftop.

He died instantly.

I crumpled to the ground, unable to process it for what felt like an eternity.

Why? Why did this have to happen to Clara? Jack didn’t even have a motive; he simply couldn’t control the beast within him and indiscriminately killed my best friend.

I was consumed by an overwhelming pain.

If I had gone to pick her up that night, would things have turned out differently? Every night when Clara worked part-time, I was the one who picked her up to bring her back to school.

Only on October 17th, when she said she had plans that night, did I fail to pick her up, and that’s when the incident occurred.

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