Chapter 90

Tom had shared a radical plan to use mountain ash, a powder known for its supernatural properties, to create a barrier powerful enough to keep the werewolves contained. The mere thought of such a plan filled Hank with a renewed sense of purpose and hope. Finally, he could make a difference, protect his interest, and prove to Marcus, the alpha of the pack, that he was more than just a liability.

Taking long strides, Hank reached Marcus’s place, the overwhelming mansion nestled among tall pines. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, anticipation mixing with frustration. He wanted to confront Marcus, demand answers to why his pack had become so reckless, and maybe even convince him to put an end to the bloodshed.

As he swung the cabin door open, Hank’s eyes met Marcus’s smirking face. “You!” he spat, anger bubbling beneath his words. “How could you let this happen, Marcus? People know now. They know that werewolves are responsible for the attacks.”

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