Waking up fully, Anya stood up and dived away from the bullet with a speed only her has ever felt. The bullet landed on the grass. “Wake up!” She shouted in her thought and then every wolf stood up. Seeing what was happening they began to run away from the bullets flying around, trying to dodge them. Vincent woke up and headed straight to attack one of the hunters. As he zoomed past Anya, she heard it for the first time; “God help me, I will tear him limb to limb.” It was Vincent's thought. Shocked, she stood still to see if anyone else noticed. No one did. Better still, every wolf was trying to run away from the melting bullet. That’s what the hunters' ammunition was called. It is a type of bullet that goes by its name. It goes in and melt you inside out within minutes. There is no cure for it. And that is the same bullet that may hit Vincent if he doesn't turn back. “Will you stop?” Yelled Anya in her thought. The force of her thought made Vincent fall backwards. Perplexed,

Anya woke up the next morning, her senses tingling with a mix of determination and unease. The piercing sound of her alarm pulled her from her slumber, and she groggily rubbed her eyes, aware that her apartment was in dire need of tidying up. As she got out of bed, she made a mental note to clean later. With that she headed to the rest room to relief herself, but her growling stomach demanded attention first. She quickly did her business and exited the rest room. Being a werewolf, Anya needed to consume fresh meat at least once every three days to maintain her strength and prevent herself from preying on unsuspecting humans. She shuffled into the kitchen, eyes fixed on the contents of her freezer. There, amidst the frozen goods, she found a supply of meat waiting for her. She had bought some of those meat from the meat market nearby and the rest was an offering from Vincent, the alpha of her pack, who often made grand gestures towards her. The first time he brought her meat , Anya

"When you greeted Mr. Surajo, what was his behaviour? How did he react?" Concern etched itself onto Anya's features as she probed Caleb about the nature of his interaction with the principal. Both of them were on their way to the school to do a little bit of searching and looking around. To see if they can find anything to connect the principal to the story Celeb had narrated during their dinner date. “He just responded, shook my hands and welcome me in the school. I did my possible best to keep myself from fidgeting or even starring at the item.” Caleb responded, carefully avoiding mentioning the object of their discussion. The driver, a man in his late fifties, must have been paying attention to their discussion as most cabbies do because he asked them a question. "Not to pry though, but, what are you going to school to do at this time of the day? It's almost 8 pm." Anya glanced at her wrist watch and maintained decorum, adding ones and two in her head. Caleb decided to play the

You can always count on humans to have hate habits even when it is not necessary. You can always count on men to come up with an excuse for anything to hate anything that stands against what they believe. That hate plus the mayhem that comes with it doesn't stop it from existing. That is why ideas like a woman loving a woman which has been there since the dawn of time, since the days of the first werewolf have never stopped being an issue among werewolves, humans, vampires and other beings in the universe. Anya knew that the chemistry between her and Maya transcends the walls of a regular crush. She know she was in deep shit, but couldn't stop it. This had nothing to do with Optimus Primal. It was all her. She tried to pretend that Maya was just another girl, but whenever her mind remembered her, all she sees is the weapon formed against her that has prospered. She had no way of controlling what she felt for her. Maya on the other hand wasn't helping matters. She is drop-dead gorgeo

"You know the last full moon for the month is tonight, right?"That was Caleb on phone addressing Anya. He was trying to prevent Anya from going to Maya's house on a full moon night, even though it is the first day of the week. "Was it not meant to last for four days?" asked an irritated Anya. “Yes, the Luna cycle for the month ends today. For someone with our powers, transformation is inevitable." Caleb explained. Anya was quiet for some time. She was not angry, or sad, just quiet. "Are you there?" Came Caleb's voice. "Yes, I am." She sighed. "Honestly, I am tired of the whole thing. It wasn't this regular the previous years. Being a werewolf is just not what I planned to do with my life." She complained. "I am sorry,” Caleb apologised. His apology came from a place of ignorance. He remembered how him and his cousins would go out in Mongroove every night of full moon to hunt and kill werewolves, because they felt werewolves were having fun being monsters and terrorising the