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The Wolfing of Roger Willis IX.3
ROGER WILLISThe day reeled to an eventual end and just like how we planned things, I inched my way towards the art room where I found everyone waiting for my arrival. I don’t know why they chose the art room to perform Soraya’s witch incantations. Perhaps because it’s located at the furthest wing.“Did you get the candle?” Soraya immediately asked the moment she saw me.“Yeah. I got it.” Fishing the candle along with a lighter out of my bag, I ushered myself towards her.“Why do I have a gut feeling that something horrible happened to Wesley?” Norman mumbled out as we all gave him a hard glare. He’s been blatantly pessimistic ever since this morning when he learned that Wesley went missing and it’s not good. “What? We just fought a winged-ghoul vampire thingy who could separate its torso from its legs a few weeks ago.” Norman asserted and perhaps he has a point. We should still expect the unexpected.“He’s right.” Soraya nodded in agreement. Things aren’t adding up. “Wesley’s dad own
The Wolfing of Roger Willis XI.4
ROGER WILLISWhen we all scrunched up inside Ysabella’s car, she refused to drive most definitely because she doesn’t want us looking at her claws. Soraya took up the role once again and I felt extremely ashamed about the lingering fact that I don’t know how to drive. At close inspection, Soraya appeared like she used a lot of her energy trying to find Wesley.“H-how did that happen?” Discreetly pointing at her hands, I began striking a conversation with Ysabella just get a brief of how did her claws grow, they are most definitely werewolf claws. Even for me, I’m still confused that it’s just there and she doesn’t even have any sort of control on it.“Two days ago.” She replied, her eyes were focused right at the window. “They just grew in the middle of the night. I don’t know how, I thought it has something to do with my hormones. I tried cutting them off but they’re just too thick.”“It looks like yours. Should we tell her?” Norman whispered on my ear and I’m pretty sure that’s not
The Wolfing of Roger Willis IX.5
ROGER WILLISYannick was clad with the very same black suit and tie that he was wearing the very first time that he lured me towards the woods. This time, he tied his long hair giving us a full frame of his pale face. It was relatively dim, however, he still looked pretty washed out as if he has anemia.“I-I thought you were long gone.” Ysabella inquired looking much rather astounded to see his older brother. Judging from Ysa’s wide-eyed expression, it seemed that she has absolutely zero idea about his brother coming home.“I told you Ysa, he’s back and he’s here to recruit his own pack.” I trailed reminding Ysa what I just asked her several weeks ago.“Pack? What the hell is going on here?” Ysa asked further shifting her sight from Yannick towards me. She’s a smart girl but it appeared to me that she’s having a hard time connecting the dots here.“Did Idris told you all of that?” Yannick took one step forward. His scent became stronger this time; it’s lingering like a horrible perfum
The Wolfing of Roger Willis IX.6
ROGER WILLIS“Get your hands off of my friends!!!” Dosed in both fear and courage, I yelled at thetop of my lungs as I pinned Yannick’s body against the hard wall.“HAHAHAHA!!!” Seemingly unfazed by what I said, Yannick let out a manic laughter as his own response.He glared over at me and I saw how the rings in his eyes began to glow and somehow squirm like a worm. The faint reddish glow seemed enough to strike a simple level of intimidation towards me. I got distracted by it and that gave Yannick the window of opportunity to strike his attack. He clenched me by the neck prompting me to let go of him just so I could hold his hand.“GrR!” I grunted as I was starting to lose much oxygen.I tightened my grip on Yannick’s arm hoping to pull it away but his grip on my throat was unbelievably strong and tight almost like a vice grip. He gave me a spiteful grin before easily dealing a blow straight to my chest. The blow was powerful enough sending me on the hard ground.That’s just one punc
The Wolfing of Roger Willis IX.7
ROGER WILLISMr. Lykaios showing up out of the blue was both just as unexpected and just what we needed. I certainly felt a huge sigh of relief to see him show up when I’m already starting to doubt myself. I don’t know if I could take Yannick alone when he’s not even exhausted yet and he barely took any actual damage from us. I know I have my friends along with me however, I shouldn’t probably have brought them all along with me. Yannick’s just purely strong alone and quite agile that even with our combined abilities, it’s not just enough to take him down. He easily smashed Norman unto his knee and what could Diwata do?“Mr. Lykaios!!!!” Soraya screamed out and she appeared just as relieved as I am.“Ah, there he is. The man of the hour.” Yannick intoned vocally acknowledging Idris’ convenient arrival. “It looks like someone came to be the hero.”“Whatever you are planning, Yannick. You must stop it right away.” Idris blurted out.“You two know each other?” Ysabella asked.“We used to
The Wolfing of Roger Willis X.1 – A LONG NIGHT OF HOWLING
ROGER WILLISBreathing heavily, Ysabella got on the ground on four limbs. Benjie tried to help her but he was too weak to even move on his own. The sight of Ysabella cloaked in total pain would’ve been fun to watch only if she doesn’t look like she’s about to wolf out.“Ysa!!!” Benjie cried out leaning against the wall with his chest still bleeding. “W-what’s going on with her?” He asked seemingly unable to connect the dots.“She’s about to wolf out…” Soraya replied.“Oh my god, I feel like my brain’s about to pop out of my head.” Ysabella groaned.This wasn’t what I was expecting to happen. Rescuing Wesley was the only goal but a lot of surprising things have happened in the last hour. Finding out the truth about Ysabella’s true identity was already one thing but for her to start wolfing out was another.“Should we follow Yannick while he’s weak and blind?” Talking in a low tone, I looked over at Idris. I was just wondering if he was thinking about hunting down Yannick while we still
The Wolfing of Roger Willis X.2
ROGER WILLISIdris was moving through the woods even faster than I would’ve imagined. I noticed that I’m starting to pick up my pace the faster he gets. And while I’ve noticed the significant increase in my speed, I’m still quite surprised that I’m basically running faster than I would ever have in my human life.The light emanating from the moon above was the only source of light that we have and even then, it’s still not enough. However, it’s quite fascinating how I could see through everything even without any flashlight. This must be the heightened senses that my lycanthropy has given me.I kept my sight pinned behind Idris’ back and I just followed him all throughout the run until I finally began to see lights and buildings. After a while, we eventually reached the main road leading towards Idris’ apartment. I noticed Idris began to slow down which prompted me to slow down as well.Idris and I eventually reached his apartment building and that’s the moment I realized I’m going to
The Wolfing of Roger Willis X.3
ROGER WILLIS “Idris—” My breathing began to go shallow as I called out for his name. The look painted on his face was both a mixture of anger and a smite of a melancholic hue. “I…I can’t.” I’m finally seeing emotion resonate from him and I’m certain that it should feel good to know that he’s just as human as I am. However, I’m getting this growing feeling that I shouldn’t have forced him into this conversation. Idris inched his way towards the nearest wall and just began punching it as if it’s a punching bag. I could see him trying to control the anger engulfing his senses yet the anger was overwhelming enough that even his toughness couldn’t contain it. “W-what are you doing, Idris?” I inquired as I’m absolutely baffled by this kind of behavior. While he always has this cold and stern disposition ever since I’ve met him, he’s not some sort of a short-fuse. Right now, he’s acting like a teenager with a built-up anger. “You don’t understand, Roger.” “What do I don’t understand?”
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