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Naruto: Uchiha Shiroge Rebellion
A guttural howl ripped through the air as a dark blur swept past, violently tackling the werewolf on the floor!
It was the gaunt werewolf! Its fur was a sickly ash-white, making it the "Grey Wolf," while the beast writhing on the ground was pitch black.
Through the jagged hole in the door, Richie had a clear view of the carnage. The Grey Wolf pinned the Black Wolf, its jaws locked in a death grip around the black one's arm. In retaliation, the Black Wolf's free hand viciously gouged and shredded the Grey Wolf's back.
The two beasts were locked in a brutal deathmatch.
Seeing this, Denton racked his shotgun again, aiming dead center at the Grey Wolf's back. As far as he was concerned, both werewolves were home invaders—putting lead in either one was a win.
But Richie quickly stopped him. "Let them wear each other out. We'll take our shot when the opening is right. We don't know if there are more of them out there!"
Denton gave a tight nod, recognizing the logic.
But what neither of them expected was the Black Wolf's sheer resilience. Despite taking a shotgun blast to the face, it still packed terrifying power. In a matter of seconds, it violently rolled over, pinning the Grey Wolf beneath it.
Roar! "We can't wait, Dad!" Seeing the tide turn, Richie knew things were about to go south.
At the same time, he slashed his wand forward. "Petrificus Totalus!"
A pale blue light slammed into the Black Wolf's back. It visibly stiffened, muscles locking up, but the beast was still physically pushing through the spell.
As it slowly turned its head to glare into the bedroom, Denton shoved the barrel of the shotgun right through the splintered hole and squeezed the trigger.
BOOM! Clack-clack. BOOM!
This time, the spread was wider and the damage was catastrophic. Both werewolves caught the buckshot, but the Black Wolf took the brunt of it, the blast physically blowing it backward into the hallway wall.
The Black Wolf slumped against the drywall. The Grey Wolf, though bleeding heavily from the shrapnel, instantly lunged forward again, tearing into the downed beast with its teeth.
Denton rapidly loaded more shells, while Richie raised his wand, taking aim at the Grey Wolf.
Just then, a silhouette appeared at the top of the stairs. It was Annabelle!
"Expelliarmus!" Bang!
Blindsided by the magic, the Grey Wolf was blasted all the way down the hall. It lifted its increasingly feral, glowing green eyes, struggled for a split second, then turned tail, bolted straight into Richie's bedroom, and shattered the window to escape.
Hitting the street below, it immediately broke into a dead sprint.
"There it is! After it!"
"Go!"
Several Aurors materialized on the street and instantly gave chase.
Seeing her colleagues had the runner handled, Annabelle didn't pursue. Instead, she pointed her wand at the bleeding Black Wolf cornered in the hall.
"Incarcerous!"
Thick ropes shot from her wand. One tightly muzzled the Black Wolf's snout, while the others violently bound its wrists and ankles.
With the threat neutralized, Annabelle turned to look at the completely obliterated bedroom door. Right in the center of the jagged hole, the dark muzzle of a twelve-gauge was pointed straight at her.
Annabelle let out a breath, relieved she hadn't been too late. She flashed a quick smirk.
"I'm not a werewolf, Denton. You pull that trigger, and I'm definitely telling my sister!" She lowered her wand. "Alright, the crisis is over. Can I come in now?"
Behind the barricaded door, father and son let out a massive, collective sigh of relief.
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The Harland house was fully lit up.
Two agents from the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes were on-site bagging evidence. Using magic, they seamlessly repaired the living room and kitchen back to normal. Once finished, they slipped out to canvas the neighborhood.
The sheer volume of the gunshots and werewolf howls had likely woken up the entire block. To avoid any loose ends, they had to wipe the memories of everyone nearby.
Up on the second floor, Annabelle was prepping to wipe Mrs. Harland and Denton's memories.
"Treat this like a bad dream. You'll wake up, and it'll all be gone," Annabelle reassured her sister softly.
"Oh, it's definitely a nightmare," Denton muttered, lying next to his wife. He couldn't resist a final jab. "You know, the magical world doesn't seem quite as 'safe' as you pitched it. Today it's werewolves. What's next? Were-bears? Were-tigers?"
"Just go to sleep!" Annabelle rolled her eyes and lightly tapped Denton on the head with her wand.
Denton's eyes rolled back, and he instantly passed out snoring. Mrs. Harland looked at her younger sister and gave a helpless, tired smile.
"Alright, rest now. I've got everything handled." Compared to how she treated Denton, Annabelle was incredibly gentle with Mrs. Harland.
She fluffed her pillow, eased her back into bed, and gently tapped her forehead with her wand. Mrs. Harland's eyelids fluttered before slowly sinking shut.
With the couple out cold, Annabelle began the delicate work of memory modification and extraction.
She pulled a small glass vial from her robes. Aiming her wand at Mrs. Harland's temple, she made tiny, twisting motions, like slowly unscrewing a tight bolt.
A glowing, silvery-white strand of memory slowly spooled out from her sister's head. Annabelle expertly guided the thread into the vial and stoppered it. Mrs. Harland's breathing immediately relaxed.
Seeing this, Annabelle moved to Denton's side and repeated the exact same procedure. Richie stood against the wall with his arms crossed, silently watching her work.
It didn't take long. Annabelle finished up, pulled the covers over them, and stepped away from the bed.
"So, where did those things even come from?" Richie asked once the memory wipe was done.
"Three feral werewolves broke into a house over in Bourne County. They bit two Muggles and bolted," Annabelle explained without hiding anything. "Right now, we've got the Black Wolf in custody. The Aurors are tracking down the Grey Wolf. The third one is still MIA."
As she spoke, she casually waved her wand.
Under the influence of the spell, the shattered splinters and sawdust rapidly flew back together, seamlessly reconstructing the bedroom door and the wardrobe. Denton's shotgun zipped back into its hidden floorboard compartment. The wardrobe slid back to its original spot.
In the blink of an eye, the room looked untouched.
"Come on. Let's talk outside so we don't wake them," Annabelle said, heading for the hallway.
Richie quickly followed. Quietly shutting the door behind them, the two stood out in the hall.
"Did you notice anything unusual about those two werewolves?" Annabelle asked, shifting into her official investigator mode to get a debrief.
"Yeah..." Richie paused, organizing his thoughts. "Those two definitely weren't working together. Actually, the Black Wolf was the only one aggressively targeting us. The Grey Wolf spent the entire time trying to take the Black Wolf down."