Alexander’s POV
Three days had passed since I returned to the mansion, my heart heavy with the knowledge of the recent werewolf attacks on humans. The situation was dire, and I knew that immediate action was necessary to protect both the werewolf community and the humans who had become unwitting targets.
I had spent those three days tirelessly strategizing, using my vast financial resources to suppress the news of the attacks. It was a delicate and challenging task, one that required the utmost discretion and secrecy.
As I sat in my study, pondering our next steps, my loyal and capable secretary, Candace, entered the room. Her sharp eyes and unwavering dedication had always been assets, and I trusted her implicitly.
“Mr. Alexander, I have an update on the media coverage regarding the recent attacks,” she said, her tone as composed as ever.
I nodded, eager to hear the progress. “Go on, Candace.”
She held out a report for me to peruse, and I quickly scanned the contents. It detailed how she had approached several influential media outlets, offering generous financial incentives in exchange for their cooperation in downplaying the incidents.
“We have successfully persuaded most of them to change the narrative,” Candace explained. “They are now reporting the attacks as the work of a deranged movie enthusiast who had disguised themselves as a werewolf due to an obsession with films. This version of events has captured the public’s imagination, and the heat around the story is diminishing considerably.”
I sighed with relief, grateful for Candace’s efficiency and resourcefulness. “Well done, Candace. Your efforts are invaluable.”
She smiled modestly. “Thank you, Mr. Alexander. It was essential to control the narrative and divert attention away from the truth.”
I knew that the public’s fleeting interest in the sensational news would ultimately work in our favor. However, my concern extended beyond the general populace. Werewolf hunters were a different breed altogether, driven by a relentless pursuit of their prey. They wouldn’t be so easily dissuaded by a fabricated story.
“Candace,” I began, my voice grave, “we must also consider the possibility that werewolf hunters may be involved. They won’t be as easily convinced by this narrative. We need to remain vigilant and protect this information to prevent leaks.”
Candace nodded, her expression serious. “Understood, Mr. Alexander. I will ensure that our security measures are heightened, and only trusted individuals have access to this information.”
I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with the weight of responsibility. “We cannot afford to underestimate the hunters. They are cunning and relentless. We must be prepared for any eventuality.”
As the days passed, the fabricated story continued to gain traction in the media. The public’s interest waned, and the werewolf attacks faded into the background, no longer a topic of discussion at every corner.
However, I knew that we couldn’t afford to become complacent. The danger remained, lurking in the shadows, and the hunters would not rest until they had their prey.
I called a meeting with my trusted associates, individuals who had been with me for years, loyal to the core. We gathered in the dimly lit conference room, where I outlined the gravity of the situation.
“We’ve managed to control the narrative in the media,” I began, “but we cannot overlook the fact that werewolf hunters may be involved. They are a formidable adversary, and we must be prepared for any potential threats.”
One of my closest advisors, Zane, spoke up. “Mr. Alexander, we have already bolstered security around the mansion and increased surveillance. Our contacts within law enforcement are also on alert. But we should also consider expanding our network of allies who can help protect us.”
I nodded in agreement, appreciating Zane’s insight. “You’re right, Zane. We must be proactive. Reach out to our contacts in the supernatural community. They may have information that could prove valuable.”
The meeting continued as we discussed various strategies to safeguard our secrets and protect our kind from further harm. It was a grim task, but one that needed to be undertaken with utmost dedication and precision.
In the days that followed, our network of allies grew, and our security measures tightened. I knew that the hunters would not give up easily, but we were determined to stand our ground and protect our kind.
As I retired to my study late one evening, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the responsibility that had fallen upon me. The safety of the werewolf community and our future depended on our ability to outmaneuver our adversaries.
I knew that the fabricated story in the media was a temporary solution, a smokescreen to divert attention. But the real battle lay ahead, and it was a battle that I was prepared to fight with every resource at my disposal.
The shadows of uncertainty loomed, but I was determined to navigate them, guided by the unwavering loyalty of those who stood beside me. In the world of the supernatural, where secrets held immense power, our ability to protect and shield our kind from harm would be our greatest strength.
Zane, the beta of my grandfather. He usually stays in Shadow City and only comes to the human society when there are particularly challenging tasks to undertake.