Outside the town.
Several hunters who had just rushed out of town following the Werewolf's trail suddenly looked up, hearing a piercing scream from the forest.
Crows took flight from the woods.
They all shuddered.
An indescribable unease swept through their bodies.
"White mist..."
One hunter looked up, his face paling as he gazed at the white mist rising from the forest. Something immediately occurred to him, and he began to tremble.
Night Doctors!
Yes!
There could be no mistake!
It had to be them. They must have sensed the Werewolves and been drawn here!
"Quick! Go back and notify the mayor! We're in serious trouble!"
"The Night Doctors..."
"Have appeared..."
Time slowly passed.
In town, as one fully anesthetized young woman after another was carried out of Lynn's consulting room, his surgeries were soon nearing their end.
Just then, the hunters who had chased the Werewolf outside hurried back.
They quickly whispered a few words into the mayor's ear.
The mayor's expression changed drastically.
"What did you say?!"
The hunter's face was deathly pale. "Mayor, there's no mistake. What should we do?" he asked, trembling.
The mayor frowned deeply. "I overlooked this. Those madmen are extremely interested in the curse inside these Werewolves. A large gathering of Werewolves was bound to attract their attention, but I never expected them to arrive so quickly!"
Not daring to delay, he immediately turned and said gravely:
"Send word at once. Have every resident move beneath the church. No one is to come out without my orders!"
"Yes!"
After giving his orders, the mayor turned with a grave look and immediately knocked on the door of the little room where Lynn was working.
"Doctor Lynn, have you finished your surgeries?"
The door creaked.
Lynn pulled it open and tossed his bloodstained gloves