Now that the two had acknowledged what they were, Dean had noticed that the experiments had taken a slight turn. Rather than poking and prodding him, the experiments were more about Dean giving a lecture.He recounted the history that was passed down to him, and explained the intricacies of the werewolf world, including their lives and customs. All of the data was being inputted into a tablet, and even his voice was being recorded.At times, Dean second-guessed himself. In a lot of ways, this could be seen as a betrayal of their kind. Dean and the rest of his pack had been werewolves for an incredibly long time. Yet, it didn’t feel like that anymore, perhaps because Dean no longer felt like he was truly part of them. Sometimes, Dean was asked to explain certain rules and rituals.While this was happening, Rickle was off using his strange powers elsewhere. It didn’t give Dean a lot of confidence because it seemed like Rickle was analyzing his own strange power, the one that turned and

When Dean had first left the NIRV facility, almost every day he was expecting a call any second. At times he even felt phantom rings but there were no missed calls. As time went on, he forgot about the phone but had gotten into the habit of charging it once a week in order to receive a call.When he had met Maya, his anxiety and fear of having the call come someday had come back. He imagined that the peace and happiness he had achieved he would have to leave.He pictured in his head what to say to Maya, how to explain to her he had to suddenly up and leave, what his excuse would be. As time went on though, the fears started to settle.He had children, it had been years since he had met the person named Rickle, and it had gone out of his mind. That was until he had received the call.“Hey, it’s me, I need you. We can meet at the place where we first met. I’ll give you a few days to do whatever you need to, so meet me at noon next week.” Those were the only words Rickle had said before

The fight between the vampires and werewolf races had been recorded throughout history. The stories were passed down from Alpha to Alpha, and from Advisor to Advisor.In the case of the current Lupus clan, they had heard of the history from their own father and the only other person that was extremely well-versed in these matters was Galark.The current right-hand man of Lupus. A certain individual in the pack would usually be appointed as the bookkeeper of the group. This individual's duty was to pass on all of the knowledge of the werewolves.From the rituals, to enforcing the pack rules, and explaining how an Alpha bite among other things worked. These things weren’t just written down in books, because it was the duty of the bookkeeper.The bookkeeper would also do two things. One, they would pass on all of their knowledge to an apprentice, that way the knowledge would continue to live on.The role of the apprentice and the bookkeeper weren’t usually fighting roles, as they were to

The scene continued to play in Dean’s head from the moment just before he left the pack. How he and his brother had come close to trading blows.Sure, they had fought physically many times as kids, with Lupus always being the victor. When they got older, though, that had stopped.Both of their strengths were far too mighty to just have a simple scuffle without seriously hurting the other.It was because of this that, now that he was in front of Lupus, he found it hard to speak.‘In my mind, this was a lot easier than I thought,’ Dean thought. ‘I guess I was just remembering the good times we had together.’‘How he would follow and listen to my advice, but I can’t be so sure about that right now.’Yet the idea still stayed in his head. If he couldn’t stop Lupus, sure, he and Rickle could continue to work on stopping the fight between the vampires and werewolves, but that would last forever.A type of truce needed to be signed between the two. He had to convince Lupus to promise the vam

Dean watched the video and clearly saw that a pack of Werewolves had attacked the NIRV base. It wasn’t some type of Wolf Altered or anything like that. He recognized the movements, the way they transformed—everything that was different between Altered and Werewolves.There weren’t several packs of Werewolves out there. Although the attackers looked young and Dean didn’t recognize any of them, they could only have come from one pack.“It has to be Lupus and his group,” Dean said.“Oh really? What took you so long to figure that out?” Rickle asked. “What I’m asking is why a pack of Werewolves attacked one of the NIRV bases. You’ve been acting strange since you came in, so my inkling is that you have something to do with it.”Rickle’s eyes started to glow an even deeper red.“We’ve worked together for years. Don’t make me force the truth out of you.”Dean was confused. At first, he thought Rickle was trying to blame him for the Werewolves' attack on NIRV. But as he reflected on Rickle's