Luis places me on the bed. He touches my forehead and asks, “Is there anything you need?”
“Uh-ha,” I grunt and close my eyes while leaning on the headboard.
Something that weakens a werewolf? What kind of drug is that? Aside from both magic and technology that’s advancing, hunters are also dabbling on medicines? Aren’t we, the werewolves, starting to become obsolete? In this age, if ever humans know of our existence, I wonder how will they react? Will they be afraid? Angry? Wipe us all out?
I groan, my feet feel like noodles. Then I feel light touches on my feet. I open my eyes to see Luis’s worried face as he massages my feet. My heart warms. I feel the need to touch him again, to remove that frown on his face.
Suddenly, the door opens. Hunter Reid comes in, followed by Risa and Rolda
