The pack of four werewolves were continuing to run through the streets of Slough. Every once in a while, Gary couldn’t help but stray from the path to the hospital to help a few others.
A lot of people had been injured, and he helped them get on their way, or there were even those that were trapped under some broken rubble that he could hear the cries of.
On top of that, there were just those that were too frightened to leave their homes, fearing that whatever was happening was still ongoing outside, and Gary needed to make sure to reassure them that it was okay.
Nearly everyone in the city recognized him, the infamous business tycoon that had propped Slough up, as well as the retired AFA fighter, and recently a person who was sent to the White Rose prison, but no one asked questions about that, and just thanked him as they left.
As they were getting closer to the hospital, in the middle of the street Gary had spotted ash-grey hair below.
“Is that… it is.” Gary said.