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Wolfariane's eyes snapped open. An ambush.

He has been ambushed by Wild Ones.

SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA

Simon Blackgun stood thwarted in the middle of the hotel room he's staying in, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Heaving a sigh of frustration, he took out his cellphone and punched in some numbers.

"I have been waiting for this call for a while now! And I haven't been able to reach you either, dammit!" Doctor Baloca raged on the phone.

"I'm so sorry, Doctor. It hasn't been easy—"

"What hasn't been easy? What is goingon?"

Simon prepared himself for the thunderstorm even before he opened his mouth, "We have searched every part of the city, every nook, and cranny, but we are unable to find her."

As expected, the thunderstorm came almost immediately.

"What!?" Dr. Baloca roared.

Simon heard him slam his hand on the desk from the other end of the line. The man closed his eyes tight and exhaled, "For the past four days, we have searched every part of San Jose. Turns out they packed out of their apartment a long time ago—"

"And we didn't know about this all these years!? How did this happen!?"

Simon was as frustrated as the doctor is. "All these are those animal's faults. If they didn't break out of their cages eighteen years ago; freed the others, killed off our scientists, and burned down the facility, this wouldn't have happened."

"I still wonder how they were able to break out till today. Nobody knew what went wrong."

"I wonder about that too." Simon muttered as he strode out to the terrace, taking a sip of his beer.

"That is not the problem now. Find me Hazel Smith! Find that girl and her child, and bring them to me." Dr. Baloca ordered.

"I will do everything within my power. Tomorrow we will check what used to be her mother's workplace. Somehow, we will be able to come up with a lead. Any lead."

"You're right. Go back to that cleaning agency and ask around. Just do everything within your power, Simon. We need that girl and we need that child."

"I know, I know. I'm still looking for Algro too. Only he can tell us where the girl is."

"Algro is a bástard, I'll kill him when I come face to face with him again." The doctor barked angrily, "While looking for him, look hard for Hazel's mother. Once we find the mother, we already have the child."

Minutes after the call ended, Simon refilled his glass with more beer, his eyes on the blue glassy swimming pool of the hotel but his mind was so far away.

All this shouldn't be happening. After the laboratory burned down and their experiments escaped, they'd kept tabs on the girl while trying to survive and stay in hiding themselves.

Algro was the man they put in charge of keeping an eye on the girl and reporting everything about the girl back to them. Through his reports, they'd learned that the girl was traumatized, but the pregnancy stayed. They followed the progress of the girl's pregnancy through him and the girl's delivery.

He kept them updated for eleven years. But for the past seven years, they haven't heard from him. Or seen him.

It's like he disappeared from the surface of the earth.

He never reported the sex of the child to them and they never asked because it was not important. What mattered was that they have an offspring of Number 6, the most powerful werewolf. An offspring they can weaponize, train to follow all their instructions.

Too bad their plans to raise the child were shot to dust when those werewolves attacked them, killed almost all the scientists, and burnt the Lab to the ground, but it's not too late now.

They can still use the child.

Also, Hazel Smith can still give them more children when paired with more of these animals, once they have her back in the lab.