With an otherworldly determination, Michael turned his attention to the Aswang. Ignoring the gravity of the situation, he seized the vile creature's loathsome tongue with a fierce grip, pulling it with an unyielding force as he rose to his feet.In this moment, Michael exuded an aura of pure ferocity, akin to a monstrous being spawned from the deepest abyss of hell. Unfazed and indomitable, he confronted the Aswang with an unwavering resolve, desperate to free himself from its clutches and protect both himself and Finn from further harm.As the Aswang's tongue was being pulled inside, it began to cry and scream in its own unique way. Its shrilling and piercing cries echoed through the night, filling the air with a bone-chilling sound. The Aswang desperately tried to resist, but it found itself powerless against the force that held its tongue.In the midst of its agony, the tension became unbearable, causing the Aswang's tongue to snap and split. The sound of the breaking flesh reverberated through the darkness, intensifying the creature's pain. With each split, a newfound torment engulfed the Aswang, causing it to shrill even louder.Crashing down to the ground, the Aswang convulsed in anguish. The intense suffering wracked its body, and the ground trembled beneath it. Its cries grew more agonized, filling the night with a haunting symphony of pain and despair.Meanwhile, Michael, the embodiment of immense strength and authority, let out a deep growl that resonated through the air. The sound sent shivers down Finn's spine, even though he himself was a shapeshifter and held the position of alpha. Never before had Finn felt such fear in the presence of a growl, even when he was in the presence of other alphas, this was different.The ripple of power in Michael's voice surpassed anything Finn had experienced, overwhelming him with the sheer dominance it held. In that moment, Finn realized that Michael's command and strength far exceeded his own.It was a defining moment, one where an alpha recognized a force greater than himself. Finn couldn't help but shudder, consumed by a mixture of fear and awe for the authority Michael possessed.As the Aswang's tongue dropped into the room, its pain intensified, causing its blood to splutter and spray across the ground. The dark, viscous liquid painted the earth with an eerie shade of black, as if reflecting the malevolence of the creature itself.With a last cry of agony, the Aswang, now weakened and wounded, managed to gather what strength remained and propelled itself off the ground. It jumped with an otherworldly agility onto the nearby roof, disappearing into the shadows of the night. Its presence swiftly erased, leaving behind only a chilling silence that filled the air.Inside the room, Michael stood near the window, his gaze fixed on the moonlight washing over the landscape. The full moon was due to grace the sky the following night, and the anticipation of its arrival seemed to weigh heavily on Michael's mind. In the depths of his bright green eyes, a flicker of concern and determination burned, hinting at the challenges that lay ahead.Amidst the eerie atmosphere, Finn called out, breaking the silence, "Mike, Michael buddy, are you in there?" His voice carried a mix of worry and affection, a genuine concern for his friend.Slowly, Michael turned around to face Finn, his eyes still radiant with their unearthly green glow. A small, enigmatic smile curved on his lips, betraying a sense of mystery. However, his movements seemed sluggish and unsteady, as if the burden of his power had become too much to bear.Before Finn could react, Michael's smile faltered, and his legs gave way beneath him. He collapsed to the ground, a heavy thud reverberating through the room. Finn rushed over, his own worries now amplified. He knelt by Michael's side, calling out his name with increasing urgency, desperately seeking a response.As panic coursed through his veins, Finn swiftly closed the window, shutting out the night. The room, now devoid of moonlight, felt suffocating, and the eerie silence weighed heavily upon him. He couldn't bring himself to touch Michael, afraid of exacerbating whatever ailment had befallen his friend.Throughout the long and sleepless night, Finn kept a wary vigil over Michael. Anxiety twisted in his gut as he watched his friend lying motionless on the ground, unable to comprehend the cause of his sudden collapse. With each passing hour, thoughts raced through Finn's mind, the uncertainty gnawing at his core.With the arrival of morning, the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the window, casting a golden glow upon the room. Finn's heart skipped a beat as he realized the potential repercussions of the blood splatter, fearing that others might discover the mysterious remnants. But to his surprise, as the sun's warm embrace enveloped the room, the Aswang's blood transformed into dust, dissipating into nothingness. The evidence of the night's events vanished before his eyes, erasing any trace of the otherworldly encounter.As the weight of dread lifted, Finn's thoughts turned inward. He stepped outside, hesitantly embracing the warmth of the sunlight that gently kissed his skin. Standing in the glow, questions swirled through his mind, demanding answers. Who was Michael? What was Michael? A werewolf, yes, but it was clear that there was more to him than met the eye. Michael's power, his abilities, and his reaction to the events of the previous night left Finn pondering the true nature of his enigmatic companion.In the midst of the peaceful morning, Finn found himself at a crossroads. Uncertainty pulsed through him as he grappled with the undeniable aura of authority Michael had possessed, yet also confronted with the fragility he had witnessed during his collapse. In the gentle warmth of the sun, Finn vowed to seek the truth, to unravel the mysteries surrounding Michael and to understand the depths of his friend's hidden identity.As Finn stood outside, soaking in the morning sunshine, his attention was suddenly drawn to a figure emerging from the sprawling giant tree near the classrooms. The man's frantic pace caught Finn off guard, as he sprinted towards the boys' hostels with a sense of urgency. Their eyes met, locking in a moment of brief connection. However, as soon as the man registered Finn's presence, a flicker of recognition and fear danced in his eyes. Without hesitation, the man abruptly changed direction, altering his course to evade Finn's gaze.