Chapter 11 "Werewolves' Hunter"

Maxine crouched in the shadow inside the room where she first woke up after she was kidnapped. Every sound was analyzed repeated until something else demanded her attention.

It was a cool evening with good breeze of Autumn. But inside her body, a winter cold tensed her muscles, and she lost sense of how long she’d been crouching there in the corner. Crouching for too long, the cramp began to take it. Yet, she dared not move to ease her pain. She focused at the pounding of her anxious heart as she waited for the next thing that will happen.

‘This day feels so long,’ she said internally.

Gradually, she looked at the tight surveillance lurking around her. It is the werewolf with black hair, red lips and rounded deer-like eyes. He is guarding her without showing sighs of heedlessness.

When Adam caught Maxine staring at him, his natural red-lips detached.

“Why?”

With difficulty, Maxine avoided his red eyes. Breathing out for a second, she said, “N-Nothing.”

After a while, Chandler’s eyes p