A Werewolf Girl's

1.14

Hans switched from his leaning position and approached Allison. In her nightgown, the woman looks more fragile than at the start they met. It looked unnatural so that his eyes were fixed on Allison's lifeless blank look.

Do so, Hans. Someone's orders echoed from within him.

He extended his hand along with a feeling of doubt that suddenly appeared. Hans frowned when a very soft whisper told him to immediately stop what he was about to do, but it was simply not enough.

Hans immediately put away his feelings then swept his hand to Allison's nape, catching her body instantly squeezing from losing consciousness and then carrying her in the car. Lay him in the back seat and run his jeep towards the manor.

~°~°~

Whitney awaits their arrival on the veranda. Several bodyguards and two female servants stood by her side and waited with her. He could smell the peculiar smell of the people he hated was beginning to approach the manor, along with the sound of a jeep engine roaring faintly from a distance. A sign that the two people he was waiting for were near.

Before long, the woman immediately hinted one of her hands forward so that her two bodyguards immediately moved away from her and approached the manor fence.

The waiting jeep car goes directly through the fence that has been opened.

The remaining bodyguards stepped closer to the stopped jeep and helped Hans open the car door and intended to lift Allison up.

"Let me, please" Hans slipped between them and lifted Allison up again.

The guards remained silent without a word and followed Hans slowly up the steps leading to Whitney and his two servants.

"Follow me."

Hans nodded and began to follow Whitney's steps into the manor. They walked past several towering pillars and entered one of the arch doors leading to a passageway full of other doors and other branching passageways.

It took a few more turns before they stopped their steps in front of a room door. One of the servants opened the door and walked to the bed to open one of the layers of blankets. The other waiter also moved in to turn on the lights and open the door wider so that Whitney and Hans could pass freely.

Hans immediately laid Allison on the bed and took a few steps back to let Whitney take his place. The woman slightly bowed to Allison, who was still unconscious, and then slowly traced her hand to Allison, muttering a series of words that played softly like music.

After a few minutes passed he finally stopped his murmur and again looked at Allison's face which still looked peaceful as if nothing had happened. The look on his face looked so similar to the faces of his parents. Thomas and Melanie. Two men who made him want to finish off the werewolves.

"Did anyone follow you, Hans?" ask Whitney without looking.

"Nothing."

Whitney nodded her head then turned her gaze to the two maids standing side by side near the door of the room. "Fay, Sara, can you get that potion here?"

The two maids immediately nodded then walked away from the room quickly.

Whitney turned her eyes back to look at Hans who seemed to be silently staring at the window of the room, the guy's forehead seemed to shrivel so that there was not the slightest trace of an illegible face as usual.

"Is something wrong, Hans?" whitney asked, then turned to Hans.

The man turned towards Whitney who was looking at him with a fixed look and shook his head. "Nothing."

"You sure?"

The guy nodded.

Whitney still looked at him and began to walk closer to him, one of her hands raised to cupper Hans's face.

"Your story ... is it back?"

Hans shook his head, neutralizing the slightly stiffened look on his flat face.

Whitney continued to stare at him for a while before releasing her handrails from Hans's face. The woman smiled wryly as she squeezed her shoulders to declare her success hiding something.

The door suddenly opens and reveals the arrival of Fay and Sara, who are carrying a tray filled with a glass bottle and a small matching glass. They walked over to Whitney's side and poured the liquid from the bottle into the glass to hand it to her.

"Please help me, Hans."

It took a few minutes before the potion reacted. Allison's face now seemed to shrivel uncomfortably and her breathing sounded so heavy as she breathed in her present state. His eyeballs were seen twitching rapidly within his petals before a scream of pain shot out from his mouth.

"What are you doing?" hans asked furrowing his face as he saw Allison start to wriggle over the bed while tightly holding her neck.

"I just gave him a potion," he replied calmly.

"What dinner?"

Whitney turned around while giving her best smile. "Secret."

Hans was still furrowing his forehead when he saw Allison again screaming louder and sweat dots started popping up on her paled body. Somehow a disturbed feeling came back at him when he saw Allison's tormented state.

It shouldn't be like this.

"Call the other members, Hans," said Whitney cutting off Hans' daydreams. "They're coming soon."

~°~°~

I was stunned to see the terrible sight before me, just a few minutes ago since I woke up in a foreign place and almost stepped on by the feet of people running around me.

Flames were scattered everywhere and soaring smoke covered the night sky that should have looked beautiful with the full moon at the top of the sky.

Among them I saw many other silhouettes that suddenly appeared and blocked the people who were running around earlier, tore and tore their bodies like rag dolls which then threw them into one place to burn.

I held my breath as one of the silhouettes stood before me at such a close distance. A giant wolf with human-looking eyes. He turned his head around and seemed to take a deep breath before running in some direction and passing through my body just like that.

I exhaled a sigh of relief then immediately ran to follow him, dodging and trying to ignore the things that were going on around me. My instincts just said to stay with the wolf in front of me.

The wolf stopped running when it arrived in front of a building that stood towering with many domes on it. Several other wolves also sprung up around him and lowered their heads as the wolf I was following stood in front of them.

The wolf circulated its gaze to the other wolves then nodded its head as its gaze came to a halt on one of the wolves. He growled deeply as a sign so that the wolf that was stared at last stepped forward to stand beside him.

They walked together to the large door located in the middle of the building and began to break their bodies there to enter simultaneously.

I followed them running into the building, my eyes opened once to adjust the view on the dark room I was now passing through.

I stopped my run when I saw the bloody scene re-presented in front of me. Everything seemed worse than before as the wolves did not give the slightest chance to the people who were preparing there to counterattack.

There was no excessive shouting except for the choking sounds or restrained screams that accompanied the serial killings.

My eyes turned on the random attack to the wolf crowd surrounding a tall man who looked overwhelmed. I could see him trying to drive the wolves away from him with the help of three others who within minutes fell down one by one.

A wolf suddenly came out of the crowd without the man knowing and quickly cut off his head. I held my breath as the figure of the wolf quickly turned into a human.

The wolf that had changed shape immediately bent down to reach the male limb and several people to one place and burned their bodies until they were left. His body seemed to be fixated on staring at the flames that were in front of him.

"You did it, Thomas," said one man, stepping closer to the man. "You did the right thing."

Thomas lowered his head until his face could not be seen when he heard the remark, he seemed to have no intention of responding to the proud words of the man who was most likely his own father.

It seemed that the man realized the strange gurgle of his son because he finally just patted the guy's back slowly and then walked away with the other wolves followed without saying anything more.

I saw all of that in silence. Unknowingly my feet stepped up to approach the guy and noticed his face still looking down. The closer I realized that his shoulder had drooped and seemed to tremble faintly.

I frowned as his soft-sounding voice came to my ears. Remorseful-sounding words that state everything.

"I'm sorry, Whitney."