My Werewolf System

"The colors in the sky are quite numerous and various in degrees," Lupus said as he reached out his hand in the air. He was standing on the outside of his castle wall on the hilltop, overlooking the great and large city that they had built.

Then he looked at the Botanical gardens in the distance. The scents that were noticeable to him were flowing into particular places, and as the winds blew, he could tell the difference between each one.

"It was as you guessed," Garlark said, standing by his side, an old man who was grey all over, in a brown suit, and using a walking stick by his side. The oldest serving Werewolf of the Alphas. The man who was always by Lupus' side and had the most knowledge about the Werewolves, the bookkeeper of sorts.

"Among the Altered Hunters, we have discovered them in the scents. So they are highly likely to be behind this," Garlark said.

"Right, a mixture of foolish humans who believe they are committing to some ideals, while actually being swayed by another bigger picture that they know nothing about," Lupus replied. "It seems that things are the same, always repeating just like they did in the past."

"What's your order," Ylva said. "We have received the gifts, and they have been distributed to two of the Ironfangs, they should be able to hold them off."

"The fact that the Ironfangs have been defeated in the first place, means that there is a troublesome one among them. With how far they are going, my guess is they will try and end things tonight, and I have decided." Lupus lifted his leg up, on the edge of the castle wall, and then stood on top of it.

"That I will enter this fight myself, and make sure it's over with today."

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The main Altered Hunter group, led by Edvard, the head of the Altered Hunters association in the current country, had successfully infiltrated one of the large Botanical Gardens. When looking above them, they could see the large glass roof, and around the paths that winded left and right, there were an assortment of trees, vines, and grass.

It was almost like a maze with all of the pathways, and they didn't just go on the ground either; there were several pathways above, large holes dug out of giant trees that were set up to be used as shops, among other things.

Among the entire squad, there were two five-star hunters with Edvard. One of them was Ozacas, Blake's father, the other was a man named Donald. The two of them were some of the longest-serving members of the Altered Hunters.

On top of that, there were four and three-star members, making a total of around twenty members that were in the garden.

"Would it not be better to split up and cover more ground?" Donald asked. "We can communicate from a distance using our masks, so we could let the others know of our location when we find the Ironfang."

"Although that would be the best situation, I would rather have you all under my eye," Edvard answered. "We have been here far too long, a lot longer than I thought, to be honest. Time is not our friend in this situation."

"The longer we are here, the more chance they have to mark us. It's going to be difficult from now on. They won't be playing games. Small squads won't cut it, we need to utilize all of our power together."

Both Ozacas and Donald looked at each other. It was the first time the Altered Hunters had ever acted this way in an attack. To go straight up and fight. Then again, it was the first time they were openly attacking one of the Kings as well.

Although they were well aware of what was going to happen ahead of time. Everything felt a little off to the Altered Hunter members, but if there was one person that they trusted through all of this, then it would be Edvard.

"The other squads, I hope they can get through this," Edvard murmured to himself.

They carefully went through the Botanical garden, using their masks to detect any heat signatures, but it was difficult; the heat of the garden itself was making it so they were unable to determine what was what, and they had quite a few mistakes made of spotting something already.

In the end, they had decided it was best to just switch the masks they were to the regular vision they had.

Following the group of Altered Hunters, the werewolves were careful as they climbed high up within the trees, staring down at their prey, gathering towards them.

At the very back of the group, were the three-star hunters, turning their heads constantly, trying to spot something.

The werewolf following them brought out its tongue, licking its lips. It dug its clawed hands into the bark of the tree, and then, when it was close enough, it leaped, pouncing off the tree, heading right for the hunter.

"Ahh!" The hunter shouted as he saw what was coming at him, its mouth wide open.

The hunter was too slow to react or pull out his weapon, but it didn't matter, for a person was standing in front of him, his hand covered its snout, and with the strength of his fingers alone, he had shut the mouth.
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"Edvard!" The hunter called out.

Both Ozacas and Donald turned around. They didn't even see Edvard move from his position, to get from the front to the back, in such a short time.

"The fight has begun, so everyone, ready themselves!" Edvard said, tensing his fist, he threw it and hit the Werewolf deep in the stomach. Red aura had twirled around his knuckles just for a moment away from the eyes of the others.

When his fist hit, Edvard let go of the snout of the Werewolf, and they went flying back, crashing into the tree's trunk, its body broke through it and continued off in the distance of the garden.

"Sometimes it's hard to believe that he's human," Donald commented.

"Right, and we are going to need that strength if we are to get out of here!" Ozacas said, holding his sword firmly as the Werewolves were making their presence known.

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