PART ONE, FIRE MACHINES. 1 YEAR AFTER WINTER WOLFPACK DEPARTING.
ι sεε α |ιgλτ that is coming my way. βοοΜ! Goes some kind of explosion. Fire surrounds me. I, Fangs, Honorary Lone Werewolf~Girl, am going to die. I can sniff it in the salty, crisp air that something is going to happen~~~fast. I see a person, holding something in his hand, that when he rotates something on the bottom, shoots fire. I ran. Fast as a horse; maybe even faster. I had to leave. But the question is: ωλΥ?