VI

I smiled at the lovely night as I felt the cool breeze touch my skin in this crowded city.

Everyone was bustling and hustling, car horns honking and people talking about what they would do when they get home or their night shift activities.

I felt whole and complete, filled with a joy I couldn't explain as I thought of that werewolf and his name.

"Elijah." The name felt so sweet leaving my lips as I hummed.

Something about him was different from all the other men I have ever knew. His name felt dainty, sweet in my head like the time I had gone for Antonio Vivaldi four seasons concert in the eighteenth century.

Then music had value and taste was exquisite not now everything was a clashing symbol but then again, blood was spilled without shame.

"Eliza."

I paused in my steps when I heard that name from a ghastly voice.

I turned around to search out where that voice was coming from but found no source as my heart beat sped up a li