Sold To An Alpha

Werewolves √

"Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are humans with the ability to shapeshift into wolves, either intentionally or after being placed under a curse or suffering, with the transformations occurring on the night of a full moon..."

As though completely interested in this particular creature, he began to read further, about its weaknesses, their origin, and how they came to exist.

A deep breath exited his nose and he proceeded to examine its pictures. 

"Very long canines... and fingers, hairy body..." His brows creased a bit and he began to rub his forehead as he fell into deep thought. 

Could they be vampires? Hmmm... he really doubts that. Why?

From his knowledge, Mr. Robyn was attacked in the daylight, and from what he read in the book, vampires are extremely vulnerable in the sun, so if we assume that they are vampires, then there was absolutely no way that they could have inflicted an injury on Mr. Robyn and killed eight men. Besides, vampires never dare come out in the daylight, as that would be simply seeking death for themselves. 

So... the vampires are totally not on the list at this moment, because if the incident had taken place in the evening, then the vampires would be his greatest suspect.

Werewolves: They could have been werewolves, and that is what he suspects the most. Why? One, werewolves are not vulnerable to the sunlight and can walk amongst humans without being noticed. From the pictures, the werewolf claw is enough to inflict such deep injury on Mr. Robyn's face, and that's why he's starting to believe that those two were werewolves.

However, if they were, why was Mr. Robyn unable to glimpse them in their wolf form? unless they didn't turn into wolves. But if they didn't, how then were they able to injure Mr. Robyn so deeply and kill the eight men?

"Hold on a minute..." Mr. David hurriedly flipped through one to two pages and carefully read down to the last part where he saw the line. "The werewolves in their human forms are quite weaker, compared to when they are in their wolf form."

This means that they can still battle even when not in their wolf forms. So basically, they grow their canines and nails even when not in wolf shape and only transform into their wolf form when things get dangerous and intense.

He vigorously nodded at himself, and a soft chuckle escaped his mouth. "They are... real. They do exist, just like my father said!" His eyes blinked furiously as he suddenly recalled the story his father told him once when he was a young boy.

He told him of how he had accidentally lost himself in that one forest that no one dared go into. 

"It was just some old school days where boys were quite competitive and they were all returning from a volleyball game. 

It was twelve in the night, and they were returning home on their bikes. 

One of them, who was by the name of Jason, began to talk about the legendary Deamonda Forest, into which no human dares go, as per the order of the president and governors. Different people who had dared to go in had lost their lives, so people went into their houses and shut their doors, never going close or allowing their kids to go near the forest. They were always cautioned and scared by the stories they were told, obviously formed by their parents. 

"One step in and the next step in, they arrive before you, and not even a gasp could escape your mouth before they tear you apart and use you for their meal."

Honestly, the story had always scared his father as a kid, but on that particular night, when the moon was full and bright in the sky, something changed within him.

The boys had all challenged themselves to step into the forest, and although his father was skeptical at first, he didn't want to come off like a scared chicken, so he reluctantly agreed and ventured in with the boys. They were three boys, specifically. One had black long hair, while the other had blonde hair, and then his father, who wore glasses and had brown curly hair just like him.

So his father and the boys, with their torches in hand, ventured into the thick forest and began to search around with a bit of fear in their eyes. However, when nothing happens after a few minutes, unlike the stories they were told, their fear slowly faded away, replaced by confidence and fearlessness. 

Next, the black-haired boy grabbed his camera from his backpack and began to video the area and laugh along with it. They even mock how hilarious their parents can be. "Why bother to scare your little boys with shit that is not even real!?"

The blonde-haired one laughed along with the joke, except his father, who was known by the name of Woodie.

"Guys, I think we should go. I don't feel good about this anymore." Woodie nervously rubbed his body and adjusted his glasses that were about to slip off the bridge of his nose. 

"Jesus... what is wrong with you? We have been in here for a few minutes now and nothing has happened! Stop being a chicken; we have got more to explore and prove to those parents that their stories aren't true but bullshit." The black-haired one, who was by the name of Jason, mocked with a smirk on his lips.

The blonde-haired one by the name of Herod nodded in agreement, and a nervous breath escaped Woodie's nose.

He glanced up at the sky and his eyes fluttered, seeing dark clouds forming something that looked like a whirlpool. 

Deep anxiety instantly took over him and he slipped to the ground losing his torch in the process. His friends glanced at him and he pointed up to the sky, trying to show them the strange thing happening up there. However, they looked at him weirdly and their faces altered in deep irritation. "Listen, woodie, if you're too scared to be here, then fuck the hell out. Gosh! There is nothing up there! Chicken!" They laughed mockingly at him, and Woodie's eyes fluttered in confusion.. He was sure of what he saw! He raised his eyes and glanced up at the sky, intently gazing at it. 'Could he have seen it wrong?'