Chapter 62

The scorching sun beat relentlessly against Tom’s back as he walked down the worn-out streets of Maplewood. Tom’s mind was filled with the chaos that had swept through the town. Attacks had become a haunting reality, with rumors of werewolves roaming the moonlit streets. Determined to uncover the truth, Tom sought out every lead possible - and today, that lead was Hank.

Hank was a mysterious figure, always speaking against anyone who accused werewolves of the attacks. Tom felt that he had connections to the supernatural, while also thinking of him being a wolf in sheep’s clothing, actively participating in the savage attacks. As Tom approached Hank’s secluded cabin, he steeled himself for the intense confrontation that lay ahead.

The cabin stood in stark contrast to the rest of the dilapidated town, radiating an aura of seclusion and power. Tom hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the rough wooden door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked three times and waited fo