Sergeant

He was on the hunt again. He couldn’t survive without devouring blood, driven by an insatiable hunger I didn’t fully understand. I had to stop him. The police were already closing in, having concluded that the “animal” responsible for the four missing persons was Ethan in his wolf form. If they discovered his curse—that he was a man trapped in a cycle of violence—the military would hunt him down like a monster. My muscles felt weak, and I shook my head in a desperate attempt to clear my thoughts. “Natasha? What’s wrong, dear?” I glanced at Mrs. Johnson for a split second before bolting past her. She shouted my name, asking where I was going, but I didn’t look back. I grabbed my wallet and raced out of the apartment. I didn’t care if the neighbors stared at me like I was a marathon runner; I had to get to him before someone else did. What was he thinking? Why was he killing innocent people again? I thought he wanted to change. I thought he wanted to be better for m