Inspector Josh stood at the edge of the massacre site, his face pale under the harsh glare of the moonlight. The ground was littered with bodies, their twisted forms a haunting reminder of the violence that had taken place just hours ago. The once vibrant clearing, where laughter and music had echoed, was now eerily silent. A heavy, metallic scent filled the air—blood mixed with something far more sinister.
"Inspector," one of the officers called out, his voice strained as he approached. "We've confirmed it. Every single one of them is dead. No survivors."
Josh clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep his emotions in check. The scene before him was unlike anything he'd ever encountered. This wasn't just a crime—it was a slaughter. And worse, it was targeted at werewolves, a species that normally didn't fall so easily.
