My Werewolf System

Chapter 1578: A Night of Unease

All three of them had struggled to get any real sleep that night. There was more than just one reason for it, and the biggest one lay snoring only a few feet away.

They were sleeping in the same tent as Lupus.

For most of their journey, Lupus had been their enemy, or at least the rival Alpha who stood on the opposite side of every conflict they’d faced. Sharing a small, cramped tent with him now was... unsettling, to say the least. Every time Gary or Kai shifted, the canvas creaked, the air grew tense, and the silence felt heavy enough to choke on.

No one wanted to close their eyes first.

They all remembered what the system screen had said: if they died here, they would die in the real world too. That one fact hung over them like a blade. If Lupus had wanted to take them out, this would have been the perfect chance. They were weakened, unarmed, and trapped in the same space. It would take nothing for him to strike, and they all knew it.

But there was another reason none of them could relax.

It wasn’t just about Lupus or fear of betrayal. It was about what had happened earlier that night. The conversation about the three Alphas, about Unzoku, and their connection to the strange medallion. They’d spoken too freely, forgetting that Steve, a veteran Werewolf with far sharper hearing than any human, had been nearby.

If he had overheard them, what would he think? Would he confront them? Would he believe them? Or worse... would he see them as a threat?

“It’s okay for us to talk, right?” Gary whispered at last, staring up at the dark ceiling of the tent.

Kai’s voice came from somewhere to his left, flat and irritated. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough talking for one day?”

Lupus let out a quiet exhale. “I checked earlier. I don’t sense anyone close enough to listen. If we keep our voices low, we should be fine.”

“Should be?” Gary repeated nervously.

Lupus gave a half-shrug that rustled the sheets. “Yeah. But since I’m pretty sure Steve already heard everything earlier, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Might as well talk while we can.”

Gary groaned and covered his face with one hand. He could feel the embarrassment creeping up his neck. “Right... I didn’t even think about how good Werewolf hearing is,” he muttered. “I got caught up in the story, that’s all.”

“Caught up?” Kai said, rolling his eyes even though no one could see him in the dark. “You basically handed him a confession.”

Ignoring Kai’s jab, Gary spoke again. “But... is it really that bad if Steve knows the truth? Think about it. He seems like a good person, kind, even. He’s been helping us this whole time. If he knew, maybe he’d actually help us find the other pack and complete the quest.”

Kai let out a quiet sigh that sounded more like a growl. “Do you watch any movies or read any stories at all?”

Gary frowned. “What does that have to do with, ”

“It’s common sense,” Kai interrupted. “We don’t even know how time works here. What if this world is directly connected to ours? What we do here could change everything when we get back. Or maybe it’s a separate timeline. Either way, we don’t know the rules.”

He shifted under the blanket and continued, his voice sharp but controlled. “Let’s say we tell him everything. How are we supposed to convince him? ‘Hey, we’re time-traveling Werewolves from the future. Oh, and all three of us are Alphas, stronger than anyone you’ve ever met. We also have this floating blue screen that tells us what to do.’”

He paused. “Then what? He’ll ask, ‘What’s a system?’ And we’ll say, ‘It’s like a game!’ Great, except they don’t even have digital games here.”

Gary stayed quiet, letting Kai’s sarcasm run its course.

Kai groaned softly. “It’s not just stupid, it’s dangerous.”

Lupus spoke next, his tone calm but thoughtful. “Maybe. But there’s still a chance he might believe us. And if he does, that could make things easier for everyone. We could stop hiding and actually focus on what’s happening.”

Kai turned away, burying his face in his arms. “You two are hopeless,” he muttered.

He tried to let the conversation die there. In truth, he was exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. A part of him wished he’d been transported here with someone else. Marie, maybe, who actually thought before acting. Even Olivia, as reckless as she was, at least had some street sense.

But Gary and Lupus? They seemed to operate entirely on instinct and emotion, and somehow, it worked out for them. Kai wasn’t sure if that made him more frustrated or impressed.

Eventually, silence returned. The soft sounds of breathing filled the tent, and though their thoughts continued to swirl, exhaustion finally took over.

By the time morning light crept through the thin fabric, they realized they had, against all odds, managed to sleep.

When they crawled out, stretching and blinking against the daylight, they were surprised to find everything... normal. Steve was already awake, moving through camp, checking on the others. No one looked suspicious. No one seemed angry or wary.

For a brief moment, Gary wondered if maybe, just maybe, Steve hadn’t heard them after all.

As they walked through the camp, following Steve along the forest path, Gary leaned closer to the others. “Maybe he didn’t overhear us,” he whispered.

That was when another voice cut in.

“Overhear what?”

A Werewolf from Steve’s group had turned around, raising an eyebrow. He was several paces ahead, much farther away than Steve had been the night before.

Gary froze. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

The other Werewolf smirked faintly before turning back around, continuing his walk.

Kai leaned closer and muttered under his breath, “Smooth, Gary. Real smooth.”

Gary’s stomach twisted. If even that guy had heard them whisper, what were the chances that Steve hadn’t?

Still, they couldn’t let the thought linger. They had bigger things to focus on now, because finally, after what felt like days of traveling, they arrived.

The thick trees began to thin, and the scent of pine gave way to cool, open air. The sound of running water echoed somewhere below.

Steve stepped forward, pushing past the last line of brush until they stood at the edge of a cliff. He turned back toward them, the wind tugging at his hair, and pointed ahead.

“Here we are,” he said with a small smile. “The place we call home.”

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