The following morning, Cyrus was already in the library when Buffy, Willow, and Giles arrived. His eyes were red from lack of sleep. Giles gave him an approving nod as they gathered around the research table.

"We've got a lot of work to do," Cyrus began, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. "I found some references to animal possession rituals, but nothing that specifically mentions hyenas."

Buffy looked at Giles. "Do you think there's a way to reverse this? Get Xander and the others back to normal?"

Giles adjusted his glasses, deep in thought. "It's possible. We need to find the exact ritual that was used and then look for a counter-ritual. But we're running out of time. The longer those spirits remain in control, the harder it will be to expel them."

Willow's face was pale. "I can't believe this is happening to Xander. He seemed so normal yesterday."

Cyrus placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll get him back, Willow. We just need to stay focused."

They spent the next few hours combing through books, each one searching for any mention of hyena spirits and possession. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the tension in the room grew. Every minute counted, and they knew the possessed students could be causing havoc at school.

---

Meanwhile, at Sunnydale High, the changes in Xander, Kyle, and the others were becoming more pronounced. They moved with a predatory grace, their eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. The once harmless bullies now roamed the halls in a pack, intimidating anyone who crossed their path.

Cordelia, unaware of the transformation that had taken place, was the next to encounter the pack. She had just finished cheerleading practice and was heading to her locker when she saw Xander leaning against the wall, a cocky grin on his face.

"Hey, Cordy," Xander called out, his voice dripping with an unfamiliar confidence.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Xander?"

He pushed off the wall and sauntered over, his movements fluid and almost animalistic. "Just wanted to see how my favorite cheerleader is doing."

Cordelia's eyes narrowed. "What's with you? You're acting... weird."

Xander's grin widened. "Weird? Nah, I'm just feeling good. Really good."

Before Cordelia could respond, Kyle and the others appeared, surrounding her. A chill ran down her spine as she realized something was very wrong.

"Leave me alone," she demanded, trying to push past them.

Xander's hand shot out, grabbing her arm with surprising strength. "Not so fast, Cordy. We're just getting started."

---

Back in the library, Willow let out a triumphant cry. "I found something! There's a reference to a primal possession ritual that matches what we saw at the zoo."

Giles and Buffy hurried over to look at the book she was holding. "Excellent work, Willow,"

Cyrus scanned the page quickly. "It says here that the ritual can be reversed by invoking the power of the original animal spirits. We need to perform a counter-ritual to draw the spirits out and banish them."

Buffy nodded. "Then we need to do it as soon as possible. They're getting more dangerous by the minute."

Willow's eyes were wide with fear. "What if we're too late?"

Cyrus met her gaze, his expression resolute. "We won't be. We can do this."

They gathered the necessary materials for the counter-ritual and headed back to the school, hoping they weren't too late. The halls were eerily quiet as they made their way towards the gym, where they had last seen the pack.

As they approached, they heard the sound of growls and laughter. Buffy signaled for them to proceed cautiously. They peered through the doors and saw Xander and the others circling Cordelia, their eyes wild with predatory glee.

Buffy's jaw tightened. "We need to act fast. Cyrus, Willow, you set up for the ritual. Giles and I will distract them."

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Cyrus and Willow quickly began arranging the materials, drawing a circle on the gym floor and setting out candles and herbs. Buffy stepped forward, drawing the pack's attention.

"Hey, guys," Buffy called out, her voice steady. "Why don't you leave Cordelia alone and pick on someone your own size?"

Xander turned, his eyes narrowing. "Buffy. You just made a big mistake."

He lunged at her, moving with inhuman speed, but Buffy was ready. She dodged his attack and delivered a swift kick to his midsection, sending him sprawling. Kyle and the others snarled and charged.

"Now, Cyrus!" Buffy shouted.

Cyrus and Willow lit the candles and began chanting the counter-ritual, their voices strong and clear. The air in the gym grew heavy, and a palpable tension filled the space. The pack paused, their movements becoming sluggish as the power of the ritual took hold.

The hyena spirits within them fought back, but Cyrus and Willow's determination was unwavering. The candles flickered, and a gust of wind swept through the gym, swirling around the possessed students.

Slowly, the spirits began to emerge, wailing in anger and frustration as they were pulled from their hosts. Xander and the others collapsed to the ground, unconscious but no longer possessed.

The spirits hovered in the air for a moment before dissipating, their power broken. The gym fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of the exhausted group.

Buffy and Giles rushed to help Cyrus and Willow, who were both pale and trembling from the effort of the ritual.

They checked on Xander, Kyle, and the others, who were starting to come around. Xander groaned, sitting up slowly. "What... what happened?"

Willow knelt beside him, her eyes filled with concern. "You were possessed by hyena spirits. But we managed to expel them."

Xander's eyes widened in horror. "Did I... did I hurt anyone?"

Buffy shook her head. "Not too much damage. Just some scaring people and bullying. But you're okay now, Xander. That's what matters."

Cordelia, who had been watching from a safe distance, approached them cautiously. "Is it over? Are they back to normal?"

Giles nodded. "Yes, it's over. The spirits are gone."

Relief washed over the group as they helped Xander and the others to their feet. The ordeal had taken its toll, but they had come through it together, stronger than before.

---

That evening, Cyrus found himself back in his room, reflecting on the events of the day. He was physically and mentally exhausted, but there was a sense of accomplishment.

For now, though, he would rest. The battle against darkness was never truly over, but tonight, they had won a significant victory. And as long as they stood together, they could face whatever came next.

---

The next day at school, things began to return to normal. Xander was quieter than usual, clearly shaken by his experience, but grateful to be free of the hyena spirits. Buffy, Willow, and Cyrus kept a close eye on him, offering support and reassurance.

During lunch, they gathered at their usual spot, the tension from the previous day lingering but slowly dissipating.

"How are you feeling, Xander?" Buffy asked gently.

Xander managed a small smile. "Better. Still kind of freaked out, but I'll be okay. Thanks for saving me. Again."

Willow squeezed his hand. "We're just glad you're back to your old self."

Cyrus nodded. "Yeah. We couldn't let those spirits win. We're a team, and we look out for each other."

Xander looked around at his friends, his expression serious. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys. You're the best."

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, they stood up, ready to face the rest of the day.

---

As the afternoon classes ended, Cyrus, Buffy, Willow, and Xander gathered in the library to debrief with Giles. The events of the past couple of days had left them all weary but determined. They knew they had to be vigilant, but they also needed to take a moment to acknowledge their victory.

Giles looked up from his desk, his face showing a mix of relief and pride. "You all did remarkably well. The situation could have been much worse."

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, but we still have to be careful. This is Sunnydale. There's always another crisis around the corner."

Xander, still looking a bit shaken, leaned against the table. "I still can't believe what happened. One minute I'm at the zoo, the next I'm... well, not myself."

Willow reached out and squeezed his hand. "You're back now, and that's what matters. We'll get through this, Xander."

Giles cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "There's something else we need to consider. The ritual at the zoo was no accident. Someone orchestrated it."

Buffy frowned. "But who? And why would they target a bunch of high school students?"

Giles shook his head. "I'm not sure yet. But the fact that it happened suggests there are forces at work that we don't fully understand. We need to be prepared for anything."

Cyrus felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of the Master. Sunnydale was already a dangerous place, and the idea of more sinister forces lurking in the shadows was unsettling.

"We'll be ready," Cyrus said firmly. "Whoever's behind this, we'll find them and stop them."

Buffy gave Cyrus a grateful smile. "Glad to have you with us, Cyrus. You're a big help."

As they wrapped up their meeting, the group felt a renewed sense of purpose. They had faced a dangerous enemy and come out stronger for it. The bond between them had been tested and proven unbreakable.

---

That evening, the gang decided to unwind at The Bronze. It was their usual hangout, and after the recent chaos, they needed a break. The lively atmosphere and music were a welcome distraction from the constant threats of Sunnydale.

Cyrus found himself chatting with Willow by the bar, their conversation light and easy. "How are you holding up?" he asked.

Willow smiled, her eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and relief. "Better. It's been a rough few days, but I think we're all going to be okay."

Cyrus nodded, feeling the same sense of cautious optimism. "Yeah. We've been through a lot, but we always manage to come out on top."

Across the room, Buffy and Xander were dancing, trying to shake off the lingering tension. It was a moment of normalcy in their otherwise chaotic lives.

As the night wore on, the friends laughed and talked, their spirits lifting with each passing hour. The darkness of Sunnydale felt a little less oppressive in the warmth of their camaraderie.