THE KISS

"Come on, let me take you somewhere," Maxwell said and started to bring Shirley down, as gently as he possibly could.

After making sure she was standing properly, he picked up one of the two helmets on the motorbike and put it on her. Then he put the other one on himself and both of them got into the motorbike. He made sure her hands were firmly wrapped around his waist before he started the motorbike and they drove away.

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Sitting in a dimly lit room were two men. Mr Blakes Lucas took a sip of water and placed the cup back on the table.

"So a werewolf had killed my wife?" he asked and the other man nodded. He was the person they called the hunter.

He was a fair skinned man who looked almost fifty. His grey hair told that much. He had grey eyes too but he had quite a fit body build and didn't exactly look old in his body.

"Your wife's death was an unfortunate incident. I am so sorry," the hunter said.

"I just want justice, that is all," Mr Blakes said.

"And Justice you will