While the entire Wolfden was in an uproar, suddenly, there was a loud growl from far away. The growl initially sounded like it came from one individual, but then it started to spread out and was coming from dozens of individuals.
It kept increasing like a horde of beasts growling at the same time and a new one was joining every second.
The entire wolfden area was vibrating.
The werewolves were more curious than startled as they stared around, trying to figure out what was going on.
The next thing that appeared was a cloud of smoke and within this cloud of smoke was a pair of two blue reflecting eyes popping open one at a time, and penetrating the cloud of smoke.
Initially, it seemed harmless, until the face carrying those pair of eyes appeared.
At that moment these strange beings were appearing one after the other. The younger werewolves were seeing this sight for the first time in their lives, but the older and more ancient werewolves like Grand Elder Tozic were the first to mutter in shock and fear, "maneaters...."
As soon as they picked out their strange looks and identified them, Elder Tozic screamed, "Run.....".
The Elder werewolves were the first to turn on their heels and escape to the nearest exit, while the younger ones who didn't know any better, stood around observing the maneaters as one would observe a strange new discovery.
At this time, the man-eaters removed the mask covering their faces, to reveal these two rows set of knife-like teeth that keep extending upwards and retracting back from time to time.
They were like a pool of knives dancing in delight to feast on those around.
The maneaters roared and pounced for the nearest werewolves.
Before the werewolves could gather their thoughts, a good number of them were swallowed whole by the maneaters.
The mouth of the maneaters expanded like a bucket expanding to the size of a drum and it covered the werewolves fully from head to toe, swallowing them in one sweeping motion.
Within seconds, about 50 werewolves were swallowed whole.
When their colleagues saw the occurrence, they gave up on the idea of fighting back immediately and took to their heels as the elders had done.
The maneaters chased after them as their hunger started to get some level of satiation. They hadn't fed like this in years and they wouldn't want to waste an opportunity like this to get revenge over their mortal enemies who had nearly wiped them off the face of the earth at a time.
The entire Wolfsden was in chaos. Everyone was running helter-skelter. The maneaters were having a field day, eating to their fill.
The screams and shouts of the werewolves and humans who were being consumed, reverberated throughout the entire area.
Some of the Elders who were on the verge of finally escaping saw that they couldn't leave the werewolves to be easily slaughtered, so they stopped to decide amongst themselves on the idea of fighting back.
Elder Tozic wanted to escape, but the other Elders tried to stop him.
"Elder Tozic, let's help them, or else, we won't have anyone to continue the werewolf bloodline of any pack, as you know, we can't reproduce..."
Elder Tozic sneered and swooshed away as fast as he could.
The other Elders felt helpless, Elder Tozic was the strongest of them all, and with him not around it would be difficult to fight off these maneaters, not to forget the lack of morale.
They decided to abandon the plan and escape themselves, leaving the younger werewolves at the mercy of the maneaters.
Beta Crow and Alpha Londan Grey had also found a way to escape. They were heading for the exit when the antidote for releasing Alpha Azrael from his coma dropped from his pocket.
He didn't know how it fell out because he found a way to seal it tightly within his pocket, and unless someone were to forcefully pry it open, it was impossible for it to suddenly fall off.
He looked back at the antidote but couldn't reach it so he decided to let go of it and run, more antidotes could be produced in the future, so he thought as he sped off.
A pair of invisible hands picked up the antidote. As the light from the sun flooded the area, a faint silhouette could be seen holding the antidote, this was the spirit of Bianca Zul, Azrael Herringtons' Aunt, one of the greatest witches that ever lived and the one who cursed so many werewolves and maneaters.
Bianca Zul flashed again, disappearing from that area. "I've used all my energy to get this antidote it better work, or else, all hope is lost..." Her voice sounded out as she disappeared into thin air.
The area was still crazy, the maneaters were feasting none stop.
The humans and werewolves were running and screaming, trying to escape the Maneaters swallowing their colleagues, friends, and family members one after the other.
The maneaters didn't say a single word but their actions spoke volumes. They were crazily strong, and their mouth could expand to swallow anything whole and then shrink back to the normal size of a human mouth.
They moved slowly but calculatively. They were the perfect predator as they swept through town leaving nothing but havoc in their wake.
Some werewolves tried to fight them, but it was futile as they all ended up in one stomach or the other of these menacing maneaters.
Eventually, they started to run into buildings and hiding places to hide from the maneaters.
The maneaters had never eaten to such an extent. The meal they had today is usually a year's worth of accumulation.
They felt truly happy and full. They didn't have to feed on humans alone but on their delicacy, the werewolves. They started to belch one after the other in delight.
The leader of the maneaters stopped moving and turned to his followers. "Let's rest, for now, just make sure to surround the city and prevent any escape, we will eat the remaining ones later..." After he finished speaking, he laid on the ground.