The gathering was slower than any of the expected.
The werewolves that lived in the city had not only gone underground but some had fled and we're still fleeing.
Cold evening air settled heavily over the streets, carrying the metallic scent of blood and fear that had yet to dissipate since the alarm was raised. Doors remained bolted, windows shuttered, and the silence between movements felt strained, as though the city itself was holding its breath.
Getting them all out of their houses and to the square where it would be ensured that they were not Zygons was harder than anyone expected.
Shouts echoed from distant alleys, commands repeated again and again as resistance, panic, and confusion slowed every effort. Some obeyed immediately, others hesitated until threatened, and a few were dragged out kicking and snarling.
Still both vampires and Werewolves did their best as they had been ordered while Jared and Clara headed to their mansion to get cleaned up.
