Chapter 23 Shadows of the Past.

The routine of juggling school, family, and my apprenticeship at the lab had begun to settle into a manageable rhythm. Balancing these responsibilities with my new life as a werewolf presented its own set of challenges, but I was learning to navigate them. The duality of my existence seemed to be settling into a delicate balance. Yet, just as I was finding my footing, a new threat emerged, casting a shadow over the fragile stability I had worked so hard to establish. The first sign of trouble came through hushed conversations and cryptic warnings from the Ashwood pack. Rumors began circulating about a group of werewolf hunters—an ancient order with a long-standing oath to hunt and eradicate werewolves. They were not just any hunters; they were a century-old faction known for their relentless pursuit and their mastery of various anti-werewolf weapons and tactics. Their reappearance in Ashwood was alarming. One evening, while I was working late at the lab, Mr. Smith mentioned hearing s