...ONE DAY AGOInside a large meeting hall that has chairs arranged in circles like a coil sits a crowd of twelve people on the chairs in front, while a group of youngsters in the same number occupy the chairs behind.Though filled with many bulbs and gold chandeliers which radiate gold light on the room, the hall is still dim. Giving the impression of a cave full of glittering treasures.The men seated on the chairs are all in fine suits except for the youngsters who do themselves the luxury of heavy fashion. If you haven't figured it out by now, it's a gathering of nabobs, and this, is The Headquarters. It doesn't look scary does it? Well even witches can look good in ball gowns, can't they? One of them, Lord Harry, a native American old man around his late seventies who has a lot of white beards on his face circles through the coils and comes to take a seat on one of the chairs in front."We know why we are here," Lord Harry says as he takes his seat. "The werewolves." He speaks i

In a few minutes, multiple jets come over the part of the forest where the werewolves camp, raining fire on them ceaselessly and massively like it was the natural rain. There's no peace in the air, the shadow of the jets block the sunlight from penetrating, filling the ground with dimness and fire.Now the same flame that lightens their path is the same that decimates their fellows, and the same trees that once served them well are the same that fall in their path making it hard to escape. The same grass which once beautified the place they called camp, has turned fuel for the fire to consume them rapid effectively.Megan watches the scene at her safe spot in one corner, witnessing the mass execution of her people in a sad face. Just then an idea hits her, she quickly undertakes a full transformation and howls. Perhaps to be that beacon of hope and remind her people of their warrior selves.In a second, another wolf howls back to her, and then another, and then another, and then many m

"No one trusts the government, good thing we didn't choose to become the government. Everyone trusts and loves their gods, this were much more comfortable shoes to fill. But this weird creatures, they hate us. It's too early to let this unbelievers exist amongst our disciples so we did the needful..."Brown sits in front of a steel table in a totally unkempt garage which is quite dim due to the absence of sunlight in there, only a few bulbs brighten the room. He's dressed in a coverall.Suddenly he hears a loud beep, beep, beep, beep...His elevator was descending. Brown freezes to pay more attention to the sound. He suffers of bewilderment. The thing is this is Brown's underground hideout, the elevator was only supposed to move when someone was in it, and giving the circumstances he, should be the only one who could go in it.Brown's mind immediately travels through all the people he has offended, and sadly werewolves was topping the list.As if it wasn't done, like a sick joke Brown