Taking Advantage of Chaos

The city of Ravencreek plunged into chaos overnight.

Emergency calls flooded the switchboards, overwhelming the police and medical services. People who had just been eating dinner suddenly began drooling and attacking their family members, their eyes filled with an insatiable hunger for flesh. Even individuals with physical disabilities dropped their food and leapt at medical staff with unnatural speed.

Scenes of humans attacking each other, reminiscent of a zombie apocalypse, erupted all over Ravencreek. The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs and the police force were fully mobilized, rushing to different areas to contain the situation. Even the Wolfhound Squad was temporarily reassigned to help resolve the crisis.

Captain Sienna Vale of the Bureau was frustrated. Hunting the werewolf had already been a major headache, but now, with people turning on each other, the pressure was mounting. She was strong in battle, but she wasn't trained in criminal investigations and preferred to face off directly against supernatural entities.

The problem was, in this case, the true supernatural threat had yet to appear. The ones attacking and biting others were still technically human.

She couldn't simply cut them down as if they were monsters.

"Captain Vale, should I take part of the team to the north district?"

Liam Carr had just returned, still stunned by the magnitude of the disaster caused by the Rendall's BBQ case. On his way back, he had witnessed citizens being chased by deranged attackers.

"Yes, I'll handle the south district. Move out immediately!"

Sienna wasn't one to hesitate. After refocusing, she quickly gave instructions to her team.

"Restrain or knock out the attackers where possible, but if your life is in danger, don't hold back!"

"Understood!"

The members of the Wolfhound Squad responded in unison before climbing into their vehicles and heading to their assigned zones.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs operated with ruthless efficiency. Their motto was simple: casualties were expected when dealing with supernatural threats, but unnecessary losses were unacceptable.

If you died, you had to die facing a real supernatural menace—not because of avoidable chaos.

Meanwhile, Logan and Evelyn had already barricaded themselves in their apartment.

The previous night, while they were out hunting, they had quickly realized something was wrong. The streets were filled with people attacking each other. Deciding it wasn't worth the risk, they had returned home to sleep.

With their skills, they weren't particularly worried about the dangers outside. In fact, they had spent the night enjoying each other's company, and were now sound asleep.

The phone rang, pulling Logan from his slumber. Groggily, he answered,

"Hello?"

"Logan, are you okay? Why didn't you answer my messages? I thought something had happened to you!"

It was Warren Blake, clearly concerned for his friend's safety.

"I'm fine. Just catching up on some sleep. I've locked up the place tight, so no worries. You stay safe out there too,"

Logan replied, getting out of bed and looking out from the balcony. From his vantage point, he could see that hunters and police had already arrived at their complex. There were signs of violence—a sure indicator that even their neighborhood hadn't escaped the chaos.

"Good. Just stay inside for now. I've got to run!"

Warren said hurriedly before hanging up. He was caught up in the mess at the police station, where the detained Rendall's BBQ employees had started biting and attacking each other in the makeshift holding cells. He was needed to manage the situation.

"Later!"

Logan ended the call, a plan forming in his mind.

In the midst of all this confusion, maybe he could take advantage of the situation. If he went out in his werewolf form, he might be able to act freely without drawing suspicion—and maybe even gain something from the chaos.

Evelyn stirred, waking up as well. She moved a little stiffly, but her face was glowing with warmth.

"Why don't you rest a little longer?"

Logan asked, wrapping his arm around her waist as they both watched the activity outside.

"You're one to talk,"

Evelyn teased, giving him a playful glare.

"If you hadn't worn me out so much last night, I wouldn't need to rest!"

"We both got what we wanted, didn't we?"

Logan laughed, but then he grew more serious.

"I'm thinking of heading out alone today to check things out. You should stay here and rest—there are too many crazed attackers out there."

"Aren't you worried about revealing your identity?"

Evelyn asked curiously. She didn't seem opposed to the idea, but she was concerned about the risks.

"There's no way I can hide it forever. I'm a full-sized werewolf, after all. But with all this chaos, I think it's the perfect time to blend in and see what opportunities I can find,"

Logan explained.

"And what if the Bureau comes after you? That could get dangerous,"

Evelyn said, idly playing with a strand of her hair, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"If they do, I'll fight. If I can't win, I'll come back, and we'll run away together. We'll disappear and live our lives on the run,"

Logan half-joked, flashing her a grin.

"Like Beauty and the Beast?"

Evelyn giggled, playfully hitting his chest.

"Exactly! Now, be good while I'm out,"

Logan said, holding her close for a moment before preparing to leave.

"And remember, no opening the door for anyone but me!"

"You're such a big bad wolf,"

Evelyn teased, her cheeks flushing as she retreated to the bedroom.

Logan's smile faded into a more serious expression as he locked the door behind him.

He needed to find a quiet, isolated spot to transform into his werewolf form. It was still broad daylight, unlike their usual nighttime hunts, so he had to be careful not to attract attention. The spot had to be far enough from their home and secluded enough to avoid prying eyes.