บททั้งหมดของ The Wolfing of Roger Willis: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

ROGER WILLISAlthough I have been restless when I came to school today, I was trying my best to convince myself that everything will be okay. I guess I would deduce that I have the right to be restless and somehow keyed up because of that frightening encounter with Yannick at the woods. Being cornered by him seemed like a hazy scene in a bogeyman dream that used to happen in my dream as a young kid. While Yannick appeared more humanly, the way he was giving me those devilish smile and the pale skin with the glowing eyes, it made me shudder. I couldn’t move and the look in his eyes was definitely making me move towards him. If he came all the way here just to ask me to join his pack, it’s going to take some time before he shows up and try to convince me once again.The day went on and it felt like the hands of the clock’s just passing by pretty quickly than I want it to. I wish I could just freeze the time to give myself some time and let this weird feeling pass by. But that’s just not

ROGER WILLIS “What the fuck is that?!” I shuddered at the horrific sight of such monster. The creature had some sort of veiny bat wings protruding from its back. The wings appeared larger than the usual bat wings and its using it to stay afloat above the ground since it doesn’t even have any legs and pelvis at all. I could even see it’s bloody intestines just hanging loosely on its waist. It looked like a woman with a long frizzy hair and an exceedingly pale complexion, almost translucent that you could also see some veins. It has a long tongue that’s probably around the length of a twelve centimeter ruler. Its eyes were blood red and it seemed like its eyeballs were about pop out at any moment. Just what kind of awful hideous creature is this? “Holy mother of Christ!!!” Someone voiced out from behind and when I turned around I saw Norman and Diwata inching their way towards me. “Hey!!!” Idris yelled, however, the creature ignored him and continued to devour the poor unborn chil

ROGER WILLIS “Jesus f… This thing’s absolutely disgusting.” Norman cussed out the moment he and Diwata brought the pair of legs right in front of us. The second half of the winged-ghoul’s body was just as bloody and even revolting. I’m not good at human anatomy and this looked scientifically impossible. We had to cover our nostrils since it smelled like a rotting flesh that’s been left in a warm temperature for a long time. It does look alive, the veins and other parts were moving as if there’s still something sustaining life to them. We could see the flesh that was left and it just struck confusion as to why it could sever and separate its torso from its legs. “What are we going to do about it?” Soraya asked. “The salt, where’s the salt?” I asked Diwata. I remembered what she just told us a while ago. We could kill this thing if we pour the salt right at the flesh of its lower body. “Here.” She handed me the whole package of salt. “We got that from the cafeteria.” “NOOOOOOOO!!!!

ROGER WILLIS When I inched my way towards biology class, the air felt understandably awkward between me and Idris. I have been dreading the arrival of this moment throughout the entire day. I had thought of skipping class just like how I thought the other day but there’s just something weird going on inside of me that’s keeping me from actually skipping. It’s felt like some sort of a magnetic energy, odd and yet warm and sometimes electrifying. It feels like it’s trying to pull me closer towards Idris. “Good afternoon, class.” Idris began speaking as he stood right in front of everyone. My sight was focused on him only because I don’t have much of a choice. He’s the teacher and I’m the student. As much as I want to avoid eye contact with him, I can’t evade it when he’s basically right in front. I quickly noticed how he was acting un-Idris-

IDRIS LYKAIOSWilhelmina sat across the table right after preparing and serving everything just like a normal house wife would. She must really be dreaming of becoming nothing more than a house wife. Or maybe that’s just me loathing the idea of marriage.I have known Wilhelmina ever since I was young and she was a really good friend of mine way back then. She was tragically orphaned when her father and mother died protecting our pack when a rogue werewolf attempted to take over the pack.Wilhelmina and I grew up together but I never really developed any sort of connection with her beyond being good friends. She was lovely and she can sometimes be verbose. She was usually the feisty one and she would always stand up for me whenever I was being bullied for being too different from my peers. With her natural brunette curls, smooth chocolate skin and modelesque figure, she was truly the most gorgeous werewolf in our pack. Almost every guy wanted to date her but she always shooed them away