Igboland, 1810Blackwheel looked up as Arinze entered the hut with a necklace. The necklace was shinning. Its appearance, glowing."I was about to tell you the moment you stepped inside my hut, Blackwheel. But, I wanted to be sure of the kind of man I was dealing with," Arinze said."So, you don't trust me?" Blackwheel asked."Of course, I don't trust any man. The words of a man are as good as his actions."Blackwheel sighed and attempted to touch the necklace. Arinze withdrew and wore it on his neck."What are you trying to do?" Blackwheel asked."Doing what is right!" Arinze replied, laughing. "There is something about you that is strange."Blackwheel looked totally lost. “You are not going to trust me again? I thought we had an agreement.""Agreement?" Arinze chuckled. "We are yet to have an agreement.""What do you mean by that?"Arinze kept quiet and folded his hands, pacing around the room. "Nwa

 Munich, 2014Savannah was sweating profusely now after vomiting three times in a row. Not only was the dead body of the boy who appeared to be around ten years old disgusting, it was also starting to make her feel like she had fallen inside a pool in an awkward position, taking in all the water as if she was getting involved in a drinking spree. But who would kill a young boy in such brutal manner and dump him there? She thought. They had spent about ten minutes in the place that the address that Prisha had written down indicated was a home for all lovers of strippers and naked women who offered sex, and were yet to see a living soul come out from the unpainted building close to them where loud music was arising from. In the drowning absence of Micheal's warning voice, the initial whispers of his confusion as he accused them of refusing to listen to him, she turned to outspoken anxiety as she felt the feeling of being betray

Munich, 2014Clark and Savannah sat alone in the car, thinking. And although they knew that they had wasted a lot of time sitting in the car, none of them was willing to make a move, none of them was willing to open the car door and tell Michael that their wait was over and they had the full right to take a quick look inside the building and cause whatever panic they had created in their minds.Outside the car, was a desperate face worn by Clark's partner and co-worker, Michael. Unlike his partner's work which involved sitting in the car with Savannah, his assignment was simple. Insultingly simple because of how he had been told and why he had been told. He had to stand outside and wait for ten minutes or more to pass, wait for an inner voice within his friends to grant him permission for a safe action."Fuck all of this!" Michael cursed as he drew closer to the car to knock at the window for the third time in one night.Clark couldn’t believe that

Munich, 2014Inside the car, heart racing fast, Clark told Savannah to start the car engine as he recited the words of Carlos. He checked his watch and then returned his gaze to Michael. "We got to find Carlos now before it is too late," he said. "He can help us out."Michael agreed.When they reached the address that Carlos had given to them, Clark lifted his eyes and stepped out of the car."This is the time we find out what is going on," Savannah said as she locked the car properly."So, do we have a plan yet?" Michael asked."Not yet," Clark replied. "We will figure out one soon enough.""Why don't we come together and figure out a plan before it is too late?" Michael asked."It is never too late to figure out a brilliant plan. All we need to do is to confirm if we have the right address and if we are in the right place.""Of course, we have the right address! How can you say we don't have the right address when you

 Munich, 2014"Do you guys understand what is going on in the outside world?" Carlos asked.They did not answer."I am glad three of you kept your mouth shut because I was wondering the same thing when I asked the question."Clark came forward, straining his eyes to see if there was any trace of insanity hidden inside Carlos' face. When he got closer to Carlos, he saw that he was staring at his wife who was in the kitchen, making food that none of them would eat."You can't just tell us to find Maria Blackwheel," Clark said. "Who the hell is she?""She is a descendant of James Blackwheel," Savannah explained, standing up and not daring to look at Carlos' face as Clark had did. "My husband mentioned her name three times when he was doing a research on werewolves. He said she was very powerful and could form a link between the human world and the world of the werewolves. He said she was a saviour. A woman destined to liberate mank