ied as I might to keep up with him, shooting at him, but my bullets were at least a millisecond slower, thus only hitting air and the soil s

with someone or something. It was thin, lanky, and dark. The head looked like a sickly, fur-less dog. My eyes widened in alarm as I realized, with the help of the large white moon, that

n my nape stood on end. I could hear sadness in it too, but the rage and hatred overpowered it. This was new to me. I did not know these vile creatures could feel sadness. But I brushed it off as anthropomorphizing the werewolves. They were human, sure, but not tonigh

demanded, leaving me perple

I said that, and why I was alread

guy blocked it, tossing it away. “Ye

aiden, my carriage was like a fortress. We made it from the hardest metal alloy in Terran, the windows from a glass-like sturdier material than diamonds. Becca and my stepmother were still unconscious, but they seemed all right to me. I inched towards the window and watched as the stranger growled angrily. He cl

lest it attract his attention. He was nothing like the werewolves who had attacked him. His movements were precise and skilled, in contrast to

if afraid. Pitch black darkness engulfed Lupine Pass as a cloud obscured the large, white moon. Perspiration dotted my forehead. I clenched my fists, straining my eyes to see in the dark. When the cloud slowly dissipated, that was when I saw it. From the shadows

thing sulfur and molasses. Like if you tried, you could cut it with a knife

g me tremble. It was coming fro

rm. I was glad he’s still coherent and in control of his facult

evil red eyes glowin

e over the

s voice was even more daun

He was fearless. “A creature most foul. You were the one who turned these poor people, wer

even though I was still inside the carriage and the creature was still outside. I reached for the box of bullets, but it was empty. After that, the carriage started moving. A swarm of w

exclaimed, getting up and

eyes to look and, sure enough, I recognized him from before, even though he now had the face of an ugly, balding

lass, but it made the werewolf coachman snarl at us like c

t mattered was our survival. My survival, most of all. If it cam

were also sounds of howling and yelping, as if they were in pain, and the beasts surround

. Tap. T

. I had heard of that sound b

I heard a voice boo

elina? Are

stepmother grabbed my arm and then pulled

I said, annoyed. “Henry h

ut

dding argument, and when I pulled the curtains, I s

t?” he asked. “Is Pri

us?” My stepmother’s apprehension was ru

et from his pocket and showed us his badge with the Volf

ed. “Queen Helena and L

t see outside our ‘fortress’ before tur

eir heads. “No. There are werewolves out there. And a giant be

but we must move quick

e?” Becca asked, look

ooked at me, and I saw fear in his eyes. “However, we don’t k

olf to man again within minutes. Who’s to say that Mitchell wasn’t one of them? I stepped out of the carriage, holding my g

f their bodies, which meant the ‘rain’ we heard before were silver bullets being fired from the sky. I saw two or three extra helicopters and a few terrain jeeps not far away from us. Aside fr

to no one in particular. Everyone knew who those people were.

queen to cross the short distance and to board the helicopter. I looked out the window, staring into the darkness, as the vehicle rose from the ground. I had no idea where the stranger had gone; he was not among the bodies; I checked. It’s not like I care. He was still a werewolf, a mon

aking us?” I ask

t us. “It’s a little further away, but it’s safe there.

going to

e pilot and Mitchell exc

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