The Streets of Abeokuta
A thick mist settled over the city as the news spread like wildfire. Werewolves were real. The whispers turned to fear, then to chaos.
Families bolted their doors. Mothers pulled their children close. Shops that had been open late slammed their shutters closed. People gathered in clusters, debating, arguing, panicking.
At the heart of it all, the police headquarters was in disarray. Officers scrambled for orders, their radios buzzing with conflicting commands. Some spoke of extermination. Others, of scientific study. A few, in hushed voices, asked what it meant for them—if werewolves existed, who else was out there?
Inside his office, Commissioner Bode Falana wiped a hand over his sweaty forehead. His office felt too small, too suffocating, as he stared at the grainy footage on his screen. Ajoke's transformation played again and again, the impossible now undeniable.
A knock came at his door.
"Enter," he barked.
The door swung open, and Sergeant Kolade stepped in. His face was pale, his hands still shaking from what he had seen at the bar.
"Sir," Kolade began, voice tight, "We have a problem."
Falana exhaled sharply. "We have many problems, Sergeant. Be specific."
Kolade hesitated, then placed a file on the desk. He pushed it forward with a single finger.
Falana frowned and opened it.
Inside were old reports. Faded case files. Each one marked with the same name.
Detective Owuye.
Falana's breath hitched as he flipped through them. Reports of strange killings. Unnatural wounds. Missing bodies that had never been explained. The notes were erratic, filled with Owuye's frantic handwriting, his dismissed theories.
Kolade licked his lips. "He was right, sir. About everything."
Falana slammed the file shut. "Find him."
Kolade hesitated. "Sir, you don't think—"
Falana's voice was ice. "I don't think anything yet. But if he's alive, I want him in my office by morning."
Kolade nodded and left.
Falana leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The world had changed overnight. And he was no longer sure he knew how to police it.
Sade's Mansion
Sade traced the rim of her wine glass, her mind deep in thought. The night was turning in her favor, but she knew better than to celebrate too soon.
She glanced at the TV again. Ajoke was locked away, but Akintola…
Her jaw clenched.
Akintola was still out there.
A knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts.
"Come in."
The door creaked open, and Alhaji Murtala stepped in. He was a large man, his suit tailored to fit his broad shoulders, his sharp eyes always calculating.
Sade smirked. "You're late."
Murtala chuckled, pouring himself a drink from the bar. "I had to be sure."
Sade raised an eyebrow. "Sure of what?"
Murtala took a slow sip before answering. "That you're still in control."
Sade's smirk faltered.
Murtala sat across from her, his voice lowering. "Ajoke is captured, yes. But Akintola is alive. And now the whole world knows what he is." He leaned forward. "You started a war, Sade. Are you prepared to end it?"
Sade held his gaze, then exhaled. "I don't need to end the war. I just need to win."
Murtala laughed, shaking his head. "Then you better hope your next move is flawless. Because Akintola?" He tapped his temple. "He's thinking. And men like him? They don't stay on the run forever."
Sade said nothing.
She just gripped her glass a little tighter.
The Forest of Odo Ogun
Akintola knelt in the moonlit clearing, his body still trembling from the transformation. The other wolves had retreated into the shadows, but he remained, his breath slow and controlled.
He had felt Ajoke's pain.
He had seen the fear in her eyes.
And he would not forgive.
A rustling in the bushes made him turn.
Emerging from the trees was a figure wrapped in an old trench coat, a cigarette burning between his lips. His face was hidden beneath the brim of his hat, but Akintola knew who it was.
Detective Owuye.
The old man exhaled smoke, stepping into the moonlight. "I told them," he muttered. "I told them all."
Akintola rose to his full height, golden eyes flashing. "And now they believe."
Owuye smirked. "Belief isn't the problem. Reaction is."
He took another drag, studying Akintola carefully. "They'll come for you, boy. For all of you."
Akintola's claws flexed. "Let them come."
Owuye chuckled darkly. "That's the spirit."
He flicked his cigarette into the grass. "Come on, then. We've got work to do."
Akintola tilted his head. "What kind of work?"
Owuye's smile was wicked. "The kind that makes monsters fear men."
The wind howled through the trees.
And the hunt began.
More Wolves Among Us
Lantoro Prison
Ajoke sat in the cold, dimly lit cell, her wrists shackled to the wall. The silver cuffs burned against her skin, a cruel reminder that the humans knew exactly what she was.
Her body ached from the transformation. Her mind, however, was sharper than ever.
She had been reckless. And now she was paying the price.
A guard stood outside her cell, watching her with wary eyes. He held his gun tighter than necessary, sweat glistening on his forehead.
Ajoke smirked. "Do I scare you?"
The guard flinched but said nothing.
She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You should be scared."
Before he could respond, the prison door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.
A figure emerged from the shadows. Governor Ogungbe.
Dressed in a crisp agbada, his face was unreadable as he approached her cell. Behind him, two police officers flanked him, their hands resting on their holsters.
Ajoke met his gaze without fear. "What do you want?"
Ogungbe studied her for a long moment before speaking. "The world is watching. And they want answers."
Ajoke chuckled, shaking her head. "You want answers?" She leaned back against the wall. "I think you already know them."
Ogungbe's expression darkened. "Tell me, Miss Ajumobi, how many more of you are out there?"
Ajoke's eyes glowed faintly in the dim light. "Enough."
Silence stretched between them.
Finally, Ogungbe sighed. "You have two options, Ajoke. Help us… or be put down like an animal."
Ajoke smiled, slow and dangerous. "I was never the one you should have feared."
Ogungbe frowned. "What do you mean?"
Ajoke exhaled. "It's not me you should be hunting."
A sudden, chilling howl echoed through the city.
Ogungbe stiffened.
The guards exchanged nervous glances.
Ajoke's smile widened. "They're already here."
Abeokuta Streets – Midnight
The city was drowning in paranoia. The news had spread too quickly, and now everyone saw shadows where there were none.
Men walked in groups. Women clutched their children. Every alley, every corner, felt like it held a monster waiting to strike.
And perhaps it did.
A man staggered down an empty street, his breath reeking of palm wine. He had spent the last few hours drinking, trying to forget what he had seen on the news.
But some truths could not be drowned.
As he turned a corner, a low growl stopped him in his tracks.
His drunken mind struggled to process it. "Who… who dey there?"
The shadows shifted.
And then, red eyes blinked open.
A massive figure stepped forward—hulking, covered in thick fur, its fangs glistening under the streetlight.
The man tried to scream.
But the werewolf moved faster.
By the time the city guards found his body, his throat had been torn open, his blood staining the concrete.
The wolves had arrived.
Sade's Mansion
Sade watched the news with quiet satisfaction. The reports were growing worse—sightings, attacks, bodies being discovered in the streets.
Panic was setting in.
Good.
She poured herself a glass of red wine, swirling it lazily. The city was unraveling, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
Her phone buzzed.
She picked it up and answered. "Yes?"
Murtala's deep voice came through. "They're making their move."
Sade smirked. "Let them."
Murtala hesitated. "Are you sure? If this gets out of control—"
"It won't," she interrupted. "I started this. And I will finish it."
Murtala exhaled. "Akintola won't go down easily."
Sade's grip tightened around her glass. "He's already lost. He just doesn't know it yet."
She hung up, her heart pounding.
This was it.
The final game had begun.
Deep in the Forest
Akintola stood at the edge of the city, his golden eyes fixed on the skyline.
Behind him, wolves moved through the trees, their forms blending into the darkness. Some were in human shape, others still in their monstrous forms.
They were ready.
Beside him, Owuye lit another cigarette, exhaling slowly. "This ain't gonna be easy, boy."
Akintola growled low in his throat. "It's not supposed to be."
Owuye smirked. "That's the spirit."
Akintola clenched his fists, his claws extending. He had been running for too long. Hiding. Watching.
No more.
Sade had played her game.
Now, it was his turn.
The hunt was on.
Chapter 38: Blood in the Streets
Abeokuta – The Governor's Mansion
Governor Ogungbe paced his study, his mind racing. The city was in chaos. Reports of attacks flooded in from all corners—people torn apart in the dead of night, shadows moving unnaturally fast, bodies disappearing before the police arrived.
The wolves were no longer hiding.
They were hunting.
"Sir," his secretary stammered from the doorway, "the security council is waiting."
Ogungbe straightened his agbada, inhaling sharply. "Let them in."
The doors swung open, and the city's highest-ranking officials filed in—police chiefs, military officers, intelligence heads. Their faces were grim.
Commissioner Bode Falana was the first to speak. "Your Excellency, the situation is worse than we thought. These… creatures aren't just attacking at random. They're organized."
Ogungbe frowned. "Organized?"
Falana nodded. "They're targeting government buildings, patrol units, checkpoints. It's like they know exactly where to strike."
A chill ran down Ogungbe's spine. He turned to Colonel Olanrewaju, the head of the state military forces. "How many confirmed kills?"
Olanrewaju's jaw tightened. "Fourteen. And that's just tonight."
Murmurs rippled through the room.
"We need to act now," Falana pressed. "We declare a state of emergency. Lock down the city. Bring in reinforcements."
Ogungbe exhaled. "And then what? Do we start killing people in the streets? What if innocent civilians get caught in the crossfire?"
Olanrewaju's voice was cold. "They already are."
Silence.
Then, Ogungbe turned to his secretary. "Summon the Oba. And call the Presidency."
The battle for Abeokuta had begun.