Inhumane experiments are turning Dante Gray, a werewolf, into a monster - can he and Chase, a hot-headed warlock, find a cure before it's too late?
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Dante Gray, a werewolf, e...
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-Dante-
We all stood there in stunned silence, staring at the devastation of Gus' home. Hideout. Whatever it was. I started feeling anxious, so held onto my ring tighter, keeping it at ready just in case.
Then, Roe broke the silence.
"Right. I think we need an expert," he only said, and vanished.
Frank marched out of the house, fishing his phone from his pocket, so I assumed he was trying to call Gus. I felt useless. I tried to pick up scents in the house, but obviously, I didn't recognize any of them. I hardly even knew how to use my nose anyway...
"This is just fucking great..." Chase muttered behind his gritted teeth. "We were just about to get more answers...!"
"I don't understand," I muttered, looking around again. "Is this because of us?"
"It would be one hell of a coincidence if he didn't get attacked because of us," he replied, his expression turning worried. "Like... Is someone watching us?"
I suffocated the sudden urge to look over my shoulder. "Gus did seem awfully paranoid..." I muttered, realizing that maybe we should've been paranoid too.
"A secret society, huh?" Chase hissed, turning his back on me.
I felt something horrible in my stomach, but at that same moment, Roe returned. And he was not alone.
"Roe! For fuck's sake, let me down!"
Roe did as he was told, and lowered Zane down on the ground. The small human was wearing pajamas, and he looked like any person would after being kidnapped straight out of bed: tired and confused.
Zane's red eyes darted from me to Chase, and he crossed his arms. "What the fuck?"
"We need your help," Chase said, peering at his best friend's attire. "It's eight in the evening?"
"Hey, do I ever judge your way of living?" he grunted, but his attitude was changing as he spotted the destruction around us. "What's this? A pixie after-party?"
"What do you make of this mess?" Roe asked demandingly.
Zane glared at him for a second, before turning his attention to the fallen table, then at the blood.
"Not an after-party," he mumbled with a sigh. "Never take anything from pixies..."
"We were supposed to meet the owner of this house. He's friends with Frank, and he may have information for us," Chase explained quickly. "But when we got here..."
"I need a little more than that," Zane said. "And I need my clothes," he added, looking at Roe.
"What you're wearing is fine," Roe snorted. "All we need is information."
