Chapter 959 The Start Of The Werewolf System

959 The Start Of The Werewolf System

Dean watched the video and clearly saw that a pack of Werewolves had attacked the NIRV base. It wasn’t some type of Wolf Altered or anything like that.

He recognized the movements, the way they transformed—everything that was different between Altered and Werewolves.

There weren’t several packs of Werewolves out there. Although the attackers looked young and Dean didn’t recognize any of them, they could only have come from one pack.

“It has to be Lupus and his group,” Dean said.

“Oh really? What took you so long to figure that out?” Rickle asked. “What I’m asking is why a pack of Werewolves attacked one of the NIRV bases. You’ve been acting strange since you came in, so my inkling is that you have something to do with it.”

Rickle’s eyes started to glow an even deeper red.

“We’ve worked together for years. Don’t make me force the truth out of you.”

Dean was confused. At first, he thought Rickle was trying to blame him for the Werewolves' attack on NIRV. But as he reflected on Rickle's words, he started to realize the connection. The attack was too soon after he had met with Lupus.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said. “I didn’t think this would happen. I... I went to visit Lupus. I wanted to persuade him to comply with the vampires’ demands so that the vampires and Werewolves could stop fighting.”

“If that happened, then... then I could finally return home to my family.”

When Dean poured out his heart, his voice filled with genuine ache, Rickle pulled back, his eyes no longer glowing. He shook his head in disbelief.

“I just told him what happened, how I was no longer a Werewolf. He could tell that the moment he saw me,” Dean explained. “But I didn’t tell him what you were—just that I had the process done at NIRV.”

“And now he must be attacking this place for one of two reasons,” Rickle replied. “Either he wants to eliminate NIRV, which has a way to remove Werewolves, or he’s after the fur to use it for himself.” Rickle sighed. “So how did the talk go anyway? I’m assuming not well, given the situation we’re in now.” Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

Dean shook his head. “Things are different now. I’m no longer part of the Pack. The moment I became another Alpha, my words no longer held sway. I was in no position to tell him to listen to the vampires, so I said nothing.”

“Right, they even had some of the White Rose Agents helping them out, and they were pretty high-ranking,” Gary added.

“The product was stolen by the Phoenix Gang, and I’m pretty sure you can guess who ordered it—Lupus and his pack. But even a gang of that caliber had to be cautious with a company like NIRV. They, too, had their connections and retrievers in their back pocket.”

“So the idea was to move the product through a long line of other gangs. This was a way to obscure the trail of where the product went.”

“Every step of the way, Rickle and I were one step behind because of this. The second tactic was the blame game. NIRV needed a reason to attack one of the Kings, and using smaller gangs made it hard to start a war.”

“Although NIRV has strong individuals, it’s not a gang itself or a large army. Any movement we could make would take a long time to produce results.”

“I think I’ve figured out where this story is going,” Kai interjected. “One of these small gangs used and controlled by the Phoenix Gang was the Underdogs.”

The look on everyone’s face was one of disbelief as things started to make sense.

“Right,” Dean confirmed. “The attack by the Phoenix Gang wasn’t random. The product meant to be delivered to them and forwarded to Lupus’ gang had been lost in Slough. As for where it ended up...”

Dean lifted his hand and pointed directly at Gary. “This is how you came into contact with the Werewolf System.”

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