Ellen snapped at Martin's arrogance. He grabbed him and pulled him away from Elara. Ellen suddenly held Elara tightly, a strangled sob escaping her mouth as tears spilled down her cheeks once more. Milo took a step forward and softly pulled Elara into his arms.

He gazed into her eyes and stated forcefully, "Forget about these upsetting incidents and go to class. We'll find you later."

Martin, still clutching Ellen's hand, sneered as he watched them compelling her.

"It's of no use—" Ellen and Millo observed Elara returning to class. When she vanished from sight, Milo and Ellen charged Martin. Ellen's fist hit his face before he could continue. He moaned in pain.

"Don't say a word unless we ask you something," He said to crowd, his voice icy and authoritative. Milo addressed the swelling mass of students and teachers gathered around him. His eyes was intense, and his voice was warning. "Leave now, or you'll see blood."

Under Milo's piercing stare, the crowd paused briefly before dispersing. When they were alone, Ellen and Milo vented their frustration on Martin. Their punches hit savagely, reverberating along the passageway. Blood sprayed the walls, leaving a metallic odor in the air. The perfume pierced Ellen and Milo's senses, eliciting a horrible emotion within them. Their eyes went black, and veins bulged dramatically under their skin.

They ripped into Martin's throat, gushing blood as they consumed his flesh. The sound of shredding skin and the metallic tang of blood hung in the air. When Martin's lifeless body was reduced to a skeleton, Ellen and Milo dragged it into the woods in the darkness. They leaped from tree to tree, eating on Martin's skeleton until only bare bones remain. The duo halted, grinning at their heinous job, but their pleasure was fleeting. A pack of wolves appeared at the top of the hill, their howling echoing throughout the night. The ground shook as a giant pit formed beneath the trees, severing them in half.

The wolves sprang at the pair without warning. Ellen and Milo fought back hard, and the turmoil worsened as snow from the adjacent mountains melted in the weird dark sunlight, flooding the woodland. The fight was intense, a duel of superhuman power and anger. Ellen and one of the wolves struggled perilously on the mountain's edge, claws and teeth slashing at one another. In an unexpected turn of events, the wolf's fur receded to reveal human skin in the midst of a conflict.

Ellen was frozen in shock.

"Anna...!" The wolf, now Anna, grinned softly as her human form hardened. She stretched out to hug Ellen and Milo after flesh replaced damaged muscle.

"I missed you," she murmured.

"We missed you, too,"
Ellen said, her voice shaking as they hugged. Milo joined in the hug, his countenance a mix of relief and disbelief. Anna whistled sharply, telling her troop to escape into the woods.

"That was a thrilling entrance!" Milo exclaimed, his voice filled with astonishment. Anna smirked.

"I've been dying to meet you both again."
She said with excitement.

"We thought you were—" Ellen began, but Anna interrupted her.

"Dead? No. "
I escaped that filthy council," she murmured, her grin withering to a scowl. Milo and Ellen were taken aback by the revelation.

"How?" Milo inquired, his voice scarcely rising beyond a whisper. Anna's expression stiffened.

"They locked me up in your basement. Tortured me. I've been isolated. They sought to keep me away from humans, particularly youngsters, designating me a 'danger' and my acts as 'animal assaults."
Her voice became increasingly harsh with each word.

"And on the night I was captured, when  your father visited me." She continued with trembling hands.

"Our father?" Ellen and Milo exchanged terrified glances. Is their father, Lockwood Arthur, council leader? The man who had kept so many truths from them? They felt their hearts sink as Anna went on.

"Yes. He's always despised me. He disliked our close proximity, hunts, and evenings spent in the woods together. Finally, he carried out that hatred."
Ellen reached out to softly squeeze Anna's hand.

"I'm so sorry, Anna," he said quietly, her tears threatening to flow. Anna hastily dried her tears.

"Please don't feel sorry for me. My load arrived in the valley that night, when the moon cast its lunar shadow. They broke into the jail and released me.

Martin—the wolf, you simply..." She was hesitant to continue.

"He attacked your father and helped me escape through the woods." She paused as more tears droped bit soon eyes became normal into bold silver hazel eyes which boys didn't noticed.

"We didn't even realize there was a prison in the basement,"
Milo said.

"We had no idea our father was hiding something like that." Ellen said gritting his teeth remembering the past.

Anna emitted a hollow laugh. "It's your father. A man who poisoned innocent people, accusing them of vampirism while concealing his own identity. He detested seeing me with you two in front of the mansion every day."

Ellen's fists closed. "We were unable to see. We did nothing to assist you."
Before Anna could react, Ellen moved down and kissed her lightly, shocking both Anna and Milo. But a disgust unknowingly grew on her when she felt him over his skin remembering the moment of Martin.

"We missed you so much," he added as he pulled back.

Anna's eyes widened, but before she could react, Milo kissed her on the lips as well.

"We'll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you again," he'd pledged. Anna's eyes radiated kindness.
"I love you, boys," she added, her voice full of passion but a sense of anger added inside her.

The three of them linked hands, their bond stronger than ever. Their love transcended conventional definitions; it was something more profound, rooted in friendship and dedication and built in the shadows of their shared history. Anna turned back, her heart heavy with grief, as she walked toward her house, the memory of Martin's death torturing her with every step. She transported the dead to the dark, abandoned cave, which served as a holy site of mourning for her wolf pack. She tenderly placed the bones to rest, her quivering hands covering them with earth. The atmosphere was heavy with anguish. Her pack gathered around, their mournful howls echoing into the silence, a solemn requiem for their lost kin.

Anna sealed the cave entrance, crying and vowing to never forget the one they had lost. As Anna walked home, her sorrow gave way to a smoldering wrath that became hotter with every step. Her fists clenched, nails sinking into her palms as she recalled the events that led to Martin's death. The injustice of it all gnawed at her spirit; how could the world be so cruel, so unconcerned with their suffering? Her breath came in short bursts, and her speed quickened as wrath coursed through her veins. The weight of grief had been laced with rage, and she resolved that this loss would not go unanswered.