The Wolf Detective

neon lights of the city's underbelly cast an eerie glow, illuminating the macabre scene before him. A figure lay sprawled on the c

lence. He crouched beside the victim, his gaze fixed on the grotesque wound that marred the lifeless form. The wound was deep, almost surgical in its precision, yet there were no discernibl

eightened, his hearing amplified, his vision sharpened. The world around him seemed to slow down, each detail etched into his min

hand instinctively clutching the silver cross that hung around his neck. It was a relic fro

expanding in rapid succession, as if responding to some unseen stimulus. A primal instinct, a hunger that transcended the bou

he alleyway. In the dim light, he could make out a shadowy figure lurking in the shadows, its eyes glow

not alone. Something dark, something ancient, was stirring in the city'

day. A world cloaked in shadows, where the line between human and beast blurred. As a detec

audible over the roar of the city. He had seen the darkness, the evil that lurked in the hearts

t. His mission was to bring justice, to expose the truth, no matter the cost. An

labyrinthine corridors of the police department. His sharp mind, keen eye for detail, and unwavering commitment to justice made him a formid

l and mental ordeal that left him drained and disoriented. But it also granted him extraordinary abilities - enhanced strength, speed, and sen

bodies mutilated in a way that defied explanation. The police were baffled, their traditional methods proving ineffective against this unseen enemy. But for Alex, the

ng taken. But there was also a more personal reason. He had seen the darkness, the chaos that could consume a city. He had experienced