Heavenly Werewolf System

chapter 8 : drow attention

"I'm sure you know what happened to me last night, right?" Michael said in a hoarse voice as he sat on the edge of a five-story abandoned building. The wind was blowing through his hair and clothes, and the sun was rising on the horizon.

"My father kicked me out of the house after I came back late at night..."

"Actually, it was a good thing because it gave me time to think about several things and make some decisions..."

"I won't go back home, even if that man himself asks me to come back..."

Max raised his eyebrows, wanting to convince his friend, but he stopped trying when he saw the expression on Michael's face. He knew Michael well; once he made a decision, it was impossible to change his mind. He sighed, placed his hand on his shoulder, and said earnestly,

"Don't worry, my friend. You're always welcome at my house. My mom loves you like her own son. Don't let your father affect your mood..."

Michael smiled gratefully and said, "You're the best friend I have. Thank you for everything. But I have another plan for my life. It's a bold and crazy plan, and that's why I reached out to you..."

Max looked at him curiously and asked, "What's your plan?"

Michael clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "I'm leaving the city."

Max's eyes widened in shock and he exclaimed, "What? Are you crazy? Why do you want to do that? Just wait until you finish university and get your degree, then consider changing the city..."

Michael looked into his eyes and said decisively,

"Because it's the only way. The atmosphere in this city no longer suits me. Also, it's the only way to prove my father wrong about me, and to forget that whore Susan and that miserable rat, Louis."

Max frowned, realizing that he had completely forgotten about Michael's unstable mental state after Susan betrayed him. He sympathized with his friend, who had suffered so much in a short period of time.

Michael had made this decision after careful consideration.

Now that he had a plan, he could easily make money, but not in this city.

There were too many people here who knew him. He was confident, or rather, he had a hunch that he would undergo significant changes in a short period of time. For example, the clarity of mind that had altered his way of thinking, making it calm, and the removal of the guilt he felt towards George's murder.

A terrifying silence filled the place, with only the sound of the wind and the noise coming from the city. After a period of silence, Michael continued speaking, "You know me well, I have made the decision..."

Max placed his hand on his face and said with a worried voice, "Alright! But are you okay!? Tell me you don't want to leave suddenly because of some side effects after becoming a werewolf!"

Max was afraid that there might be serious side effects from his friend's transformation into a werewolf, so he wanted to leave the city.

Michael smiled and said earnestly, "I'm perfectly fine, don't worry..."

Max sighed with relief upon hearing Michael's words. He remained silent for a short while before saying, "Since you're serious... I'm with you in this matter. I'll help you. The boss of the workshop I work for will be going to Los Angeles the day after tomorrow. I'll ask him to take you ...."

Michael smiled and hugged Max, expressing his gratitude. "Thank you, my friend..."

Max stared at his friend, who seemed to have gone through many changes, and said as he shook his hand, "As you wish... We're in agreement!"

He looked at the sky, which was starting to fill with dark clouds, and said, "It looks like it's going to rain... Let's go home, shall we?"

Michael stood up from the ground and said, extending his hand to help Max stand, "Let's go then..."

Meanwhile, near the place where Michael fought against George...

"Hmm, the boss was right... That idiot George has fallen, no trace of him..." In the crime scene, a man in his fifties with a short white beard and a black hat resembling those worn by magicians stood, wearing a black coat. He looked with his red eyes at the place, and although the street seemed empty, it appeared as if he was observing something of interest, as his facial expressions kept changing.

"No trace of werewolves here, which means he was killed by a human or perhaps a sorcerer... But why!?" The old man mumbled. He was Smith, Victor's right-hand man, who had been following Victor for over twenty years. Smith was also a third-level vampire, but unlike others, he followed Victor's orders without question, driven by absolute loyalty to the person who saved him from the brink of death.

Smith cast a final glance at the place and then headed towards his old black car. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, boss, do you need something?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

Smith went straight to the point and asked, "Tell me, who were the people with George yesterday?"

"George? Alright, wait a moment..." Smith waited patiently, and after a while, the man on the other end spoke again. "Boss, the people who were with George are just ordinary members of the gang. I'll send their information to your phone..."

Smith ended the call and opened the electronic file. "Leo Yada and Steve Aust..." Smith looked at the pictures of the two individuals who had been following Max yesterday with his red eyes. He set aside his phone and drove his car away.

*****

In one of the abandoned and dilapidated factories on the outskirts of Denton city, the clock struck ten in the evening. The sky appeared as a heavy gray canopy enveloping the horizon, and from it, cold raindrops poured heavily, creating a disturbing sound on the surface of the metal factory. The air was damp and cold, carrying the smell of rust and dust.

Smith sat on an old wooden chair, with his back leaning against the cold concrete wall. He looked expressionless at the man whose head hung upside down from an iron hook in the middle of the room.

Although the suspended man's face was covered with a layer of dried blood that concealed the minute details of his features, if Max were here, he would not doubt the identity of this person for a single moment. This man was one of the two individuals who had been relentlessly pursuing him through the city's streets, under George's orders.