St. Augustine Medical Centre...
Room 307...
The first scream tore through the hospital like a siren.
AHHHHHHH!
"____"
It was raw. Animalistic.
Pain-laced.
Not the cry of a boy—
But of something far more primal.
Nurses in pale blue scrubs sprinted down the corridor, pushing past patients and orderlies.
A doctor dropped his clipboard, knocking over a cart in his rush.
Inside the room, chaos reigned.
The boy's body convulsed violently on the bed, his limbs thrashing against the restraints that were never designed for this kind of strength.
His heart monitor was screaming—
BEEP. BEEP.
BEEP-BEEPBEEPBEEP—
The blood pressure gauge ruptured with a hiss.
His back arched.
"____"
CRACK—
POP—
CRACK!
His bones twisted with a sickening noise—
Dislocating, reforming.
Muscles tore and re-knit with explosive force under the skin.
Coarse black hair erupted from his arms, his neck, and his chest.
His fingernails blackened and stretched into claws, gouging the mattress beneath him.
"Sedate him—now!"
A nurse shouted, trembling.
Two doctors lunged forward with syringes,
But as the boy's mouth opened in a scream, they froze.
It wasn't a scream anymore.
HOOOOOOOWLLLLL!
It was a howl.
A long, guttural, soul-shattering howl that shook the windows and made blood run cold.
Hallway Outside...
Nurses Station...
Orderlies stopped mid-step.
The receptionist dropped her coffee.
Down the hall, patients stirred in their beds, some crying.
A child clutched her mother and whispered,
"Mommy… there's a monster."
Inside Room 307...
The doctors were backing away—
Faces pale, hands trembling.
"____"
"____"
"____"
The boy's face elongated, reshaping with sick cracks and groans.
His teeth pushed out—
Razor-sharp.
Eyes now glowing sulfur yellow.
The restraints snapped like threads.
One nurse screamed as the boy—
No, the beast—
Lunged forward on all fours.
The remaining staff fled, stumbling out the door and slamming it shut behind them.
THUD.
THUD. THUD.
The door bulged as the creature slammed into it from inside.
"Lock it! LOCK IT!"
A doctor yelled, hitting the emergency lockdown button.
Metal clamps sealed the door shut with a hiss of hydraulics.
Sirens inside the hospital began to blare.
Security lights flashed red.
"Call the police—NOW!"
Emergency Broadcast – Internal Hospital PA...
"Security breach. The isolation lockdown is in effect. All personnel evacuate the third floor immediately. I repeat: Code Delta. Proceed to the nearest exit."
Moonlit Lakeside...
The night was calm.
Silver moonlight shimmered across the still waters of the lake.
Crickets chirped in the reeds.
A cool breeze rustled through the grass.
Jojo lay sprawled on the picnic blanket, a blade of grass hanging from his mouth, arms folded behind his head.
Alice curled beside him, her head resting near his shoulder, gazing up at the star-scattered sky.
"Feels nice,"
Jojo muttered.
"No fires. No monsters. Just... peace."
Alice smiled faintly, but it didn't last.
"____"
Her body tensed—
Suddenly, violently.
Her pupils dilated, turning a ghostly white.
Jojo sat up instantly, sensing the shift.
"Alice?"
He called, his tone shifting to concern.
She didn't respond.
Her breathing slowed.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the blanket.
Her eyes, though blank, flickered like she was watching a reel of horrors unfold—
Visions are pouring in like a tidal wave.
Jojo gently touched her shoulder.
Then—
She gasped.
Gasp!
Eyes snapped back to normal.
She turned to him, her voice low, urgent, and trembling.
"Jojo… the hospital—the one we called the ambulance for. It's not safe."
His expression darkened.
The grass fell from his lips.
"What do you mean?"
Alice swallowed, her face pale.
"The boy... he's a werewolf. He's transforming right now. I saw it. Third floor. They're evacuating, but it won't be enough. The rage in him—he's out of control. People will die if he is not stopped."
Jojo was already on his feet, grabbing his coat.
"Of course. Of course, the peaceful night doesn't last."
He held out a hand to her.
"Let's move."
She took it.
As they sprinted toward the car,
Jojo muttered under his breath, eyes flaring with hellfire—
"Should've let him bleed out."
Alice shot him a look.
He sighed.
Sigh~
"Kidding. Mostly."
VROOOM! VROOM!
The engine roared to life as Jojo slammed the pedal down, the tires tearing across gravel.
Salvatore Boarding School...
Laughter echoed through the lounge as Alaric sat cross-legged on the carpet, surrounded by scattered game pieces.
Lizzie was trying to out-cheat Josie in a round of magical Uno,
While Alaric just smiled—
His eyes were softer than they had been in years.
For once, he wasn't the headmaster.
He was just Dad.
"You're bluffing, Lizzie."
Josie accused, narrowing her eyes.
"Am not! Play your card or admit defeat."
Alaric chuckled.
Chuckle~
"Alright, alright, let's—"
BRRRRZZT. BRRRRZZT.
His phone buzzed violently on the table.
He reached over, answering with a casual,
"Hello?"
A pause.
"____"
Then his expression shifted—
Frown lines creasing, shoulders tensing.
"Where?... When?... Third floor?"
His voice dropped to a near whisper.
"Damn it."
He ended the call and stood slowly, stuffing the phone into his coat.
His daughters instantly noticed the change.
"Dad?"
Josie asked, her smile fading.
"Emergency?"
Lizzie added.
Alaric turned to them, managing a small, apologetic smile.
"Duty calls. I'm sorry."
He kissed both their foreheads, ruffled their hair, then strode out the door—
His steps were quicker than usual.
Outside, he immediately called Caroline.
"I just got word—there's a werewolf transformation happening. First one. Hospital in New Orleans. It's going sideways."
Caroline's voice came through, alert.
"A hospital? That's a death trap."
"Exactly. Rage-driven. Uncontrolled. It's going to get messy."
"I'll grab my coat."
Without wasting another second, Alaric tapped another contact.
"Hope, you there?"
A beat.
"Yeah, what's up? Headmaster."
Hope's voice came through from her dorm, distracted.
"We've got a situation. You're the only one strong enough to handle this cleanly if it goes south."
Another beat of silence.
"____"
Then Hope answered, voice firm.
"I'll meet you outside in ten."
Outside, St. Augustine Medical Centre...
The night air buzzed with chaos.
Sirens wailed in the distance, flashing red and blue lights painted the front of St. Augustine Medical Centre in pulses.
Doctors, nurses, and panicked patients poured out of the front doors, their faces twisted with fear.
Some stumbled, some screamed, all fleeing the same nightmare.
"It's a dog! A huge dog—with human eyes!"
"It's not a dog—it's a monster!"
In the middle of this storm, a silver SUV screeched to a stop.
Doors opened, and Landon Kirby stepped out, followed closely by Mr and Mrs Gonzales,
His adoptive parents.
They weren't just here for Landon's sake.
They were here for Rafael—
Landon's brother by bond, if not by blood.
"This can't be right,"
Landon muttered, eyes scanning the chaos.
"They said he was in a car accident. That's all."
Maria Gonzales clutched her coat tightly as the wind carried more screams from the building.
"This doesn't look like a car accident aftermath."
"We shouldn't have let him go with that girl."
Mr. Hector Gonzales grunted.
"Something felt off."
Landon's jaw tightened.
Red and blue lights spun across the glass walls of the hospital.
The area was controlled chaos—
Police cars lined up, officers setting up barricades and ordering civilians back.
"No one enters! This area's locked down!"
"Keep your eyes open. Whatever's inside… it tore through a metal door like cardboard."
Landon, standing just behind the yellow tape, clenched his fists in frustration.
Beside him, Hector and Maria Gonzales—
The ones who'd raised Rafael like their own—
Looked on, confused and growing increasingly anxious.
"They won't even let us see if he's okay…"
Maria's voice trembled.
"There's no record of him being transferred anywhere."
Hector added, staring at the phone in his hands.
"No emergency call, no police report. Just… silence."
Landon's heart sank.
'Something was wrong.'
Deeply wrong.
"Then I'm going in,"
He muttered, stepping sideways through the crowd toward a broken side gate left ajar by a fleeing nurse.
Maria tried to stop him.
"Landon—wait! You can't—"
But he was already gone.
Hospital Corridor...
ICU Wing...
The fluorescent lights flickered above Landon's head as he hurried down the sterile corridor, weaving through a handful of frantic nurses and dazed patients.
Alarms blared in the distance.
Somewhere, a door slammed.
Just ahead, a nurse pushed a hospital bed toward the elevator—
Rafael's girlfriend lay unconscious on the gurney, her face pale, lips dry, breathing shallow.
"Wait!"
Landon called out, stepping in front of the bed.
"Where is he? The guy who was with her—Rafael Waithe. Where is he?"
The nurse's face turned white.
Her eyes widened in pure panic.
"____"
"He's… he's not human,"
She whispered, voice shaking.
"He turned into a monster."
And without another word, she shoved the bed past him and vanished down the corridor, her footsteps echoing into the chaos.
Landon stood frozen.
"____"
His pulse thundered in his ears.
'Monster?'
That couldn't be right.
"No,"
He muttered, shaking his head.
"That's not Rafael. That's not my brother."
But deep down, he felt it—
The strange pressure in the air, the prickling sensation running down his spine.
Something had changed.
"RAFAEL!"
He shouted, voice echoing down the corridor.
Nothing.
Just the faint hum of electricity and the creak of air vents.
He moved forward, passing half-open doors and wheeled carts scattered in haste.
Then, he reached it—
The room where they'd brought Rafael after the crash.
The door hung crooked on one hinge, scratched and splintered.
The inside was a wreck.
Beds overturned.
Medical trays bent in half.
Glass shattered across the floor.
No blood.
But the destruction spoke volumes.
Landon stepped inside slowly, his shoes crunching the glass beneath.
Then—
A low, guttural growl.
Grrr...
From somewhere in the shadows.
He froze.
"____"
The sound wasn't human.
It was deep, rumbling, hungry—
The kind of sound that stirred something primal inside his bones.
He took another step forward.
"Rafael…?"
Another growl.
This time, closer.
Behind the hospital curtain.
A shadow moved—
Large, hunched, breathing heavily.
Gulp!
"Rafe… is that you?"
No answer.
Just the rhythmic sound of claws scraping against tile.
And then the curtain twitched.
Landon's hand trembled as he reached for the curtain.
A final breath, a prayer in his throat—
Then he slowly pulled it aside.
And there it was.
A massive wolf.
Not the kind from a fairy tale.
This one was monstrous—
Muscle-bound limbs, matted fur soaked in sweat and blood, eyes glowing with unnatural yellow light.
Its claws were half-sunk into the linoleum.
And worst of all—
It was... peeing on the leg of a metal table.
Landon froze.
So did the wolf.
"____"
"____"
Both locked eyes.
A moment of pure, surreal silence stretched between them like a fragile thread.
Landon blinked, wide-eyed.
The wolf blinked back, as if caught mid-crime.
A beat.
The wolf snarled, ears twitching in embarrassed fury.
Saliva dripped from the corners of its parted mouth.
A long tongue curled upward to reveal rows of sharp, jagged teeth.
There was no mistaking the thought behind those glowing eyes.
'You saw that. Now you must die.'
A low growl rumbled from its chest—
Deep, guttural, hungry.
Landon's breath hitched.
"Oh no…"
Step by slow step, he backed away.
The wolf moved with him, in perfect rhythm.
One step. Two steps.
Into the hallway.
Its massive shoulders scrape the doorway.
That monstrous head ducked low, eyes locked on its prey.
Him.
Then—
Landon turned on instinct.
Bolted.
He leapt for the door.
Hands clambered for the handle, slamming it shut behind him.
WHAM!
But not fast enough.
The wolf's snout slammed through the gap, snarling.
Its claws scraped the door frame, shoving it wide open with brute strength.
"No no no—!"
Landon fell back, scrambling across the hallway tiles, his heart racing like a war drum.
The wolf stepped out of the room completely, shoulders broad enough to nearly fill the corridor.
Hospital Entrance...
Red and blue lights flashed in a quiet rhythm across the hospital parking lot.
Police cars lined the curb, and a pair of officers guarded the front entrance, keeping onlookers and staff at bay.
Jojo and Alice stood across the street, half-shadowed beneath a streetlight.
Alice folded her arms.
"Plan?"
Jojo tilted his head toward the back alley.
"We sneak in through the west stairwell. I'll cause a distraction—"
Suddenly, another car screeched to a halt nearby.
Doors flung open.
Jojo paused.
"____"
From the car stepped Alaric,
Followed by Hope and Caroline.
Jojo blinked in mild surprise.
Hope lit up the moment she saw him.
"JOJO!"
She called out, practically bounding toward him.
Jojo barely had time to react before she threw her arms around him in a tight hug.
"I didn't think you'd be here before me."
She said with a grin, stepping back to look him over.
Grin~
"Not that I'm complaining."
"Didn't expect to be either,"
Jojo replied with a crooked smirk.
Smirk~
"But a smelly wolf inside. Real nasty."
Caroline approached next, her expression shifting from concern to a touch of amusement with a wink.
Wink!
"Well, this just turned into a reunion. Even though we met a few days before."
Alaric, still grim-faced, nodded once.
Nod~
"We need to hurry."
He walked past the group and approached the two stationed cops.
After a brief exchange—
Name drops, a flash of his ID—
The officers nodded and moved aside.
"Alright,"
Alaric said, turning to the others.
"We're in."
Jojo, Alice, Hope, Caroline, and Alaric stepped past the front doors.
Hospital Lobby...
The automatic doors whooshed open with a hiss of sterile air.
But inside—
Silence.
"____"
"____"
"____"
No nurses.
No patients.
No sound other than the faint hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead.
Alice narrowed her eyes.
"Empty."
Jojo scanned the corridors.
"Too empty."
Hope rubbed her arms as a sudden chill crept over her.
"Seems everyone has evacuated..."
Caroline whispered,
"It's like they all just… vanished."
A thunderous roar echoed through the empty corridors—deep, animalistic, and full of rage.
ROOOAR!
The sound vibrated through the sterile walls like a predator declaring its domain.
Hope froze mid-step.
"That's it."
Jojo's eyes narrowed.
"We've got him."
The group sprinted through the corridor, guided by the tremors of another heavy crash ahead.
As they turned a corner, the sight before them made them stop in their tracks—
A massive werewolf, thick with muscle and dripping in sweat and saliva, stood snarling atop an iron cupboard, which now groaned under its weight.
Below it, Landon, bruised and breathless, was crouched against the wall of the storage alcove—
His wide eyes locked in terror on the beast above him.
The cupboard shifted.
Metal legs scraped.
It was tipping.
Landon screamed as the werewolf growled, its claws digging in, ready to pounce.
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