The Werewolf Detective

sounding like a lunatic, but it had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface of her reality. It

d to thrive in the shadows. It was a city of contrasts, with gleaming skyscrapers towering over ancient co

one of t

ations Unit. She was a detective, but not like any other on the force. Her desk was stacked high with files of unsolved cases, most of which

er thoughts. She picked it up, her voice cr

oice on the other end. "We've got a new

er interest piqued. "

hree victims in the past two weeks, all found mut

area well; it was a hotspot for s

ty camera footage, nothing. It's like the victims vanished into thin a

rs were a sure sign of something supernatura

. The full moon bathed the cobblestone alley in a pale, ghostly light. She could hear the d

ral fashion. Symbols were carved into their flesh, symbols that sent shi

arge and deep. She knelt to examine them, her gloved fingers tracing the gr

she whispere

the air, something wild and primal. Her supernatural senses kicked in, and she foll

dge of the city. The door creaked open under her touch, and s

hunched over a gruesome altar adorned with bones and blood. H

face of the man before her. It was Detec

e a guttural growl. "You s

eson was the werewolf, the one behind the bru

o the floor in a frenzied struggle. Ana fought with all her strength, her train

e grabbed a shard of glass and, with a swift, precise motion, plunged it into James

lved the case, but the questions remained. How had Jameson become a

t Hollow had only just begun, and the secrets she would uncover would