When they reached the Hospital, Mr. Sellas opened the door for Aniya and said, “I am going to tell my daughter to come here. She can stay with your mother while you rest for a while. I am sure her new boyfriend will also come. He looks mean and tough, but when he is near her, he is more like a kitten. They make a delightful couple, like you and your boyfriend.”
He winked and went to his seat, driving away while Aniya was looking at the taxi leaving, absolutely speechless. She faced Nick and made an awkward smile. “I guess we should get in, right?”
Aniya answered with a serious face. “He is a Werewolf, mother. He was infiltrated in that group of Werewolves that father and I fought yesterday. He even changed into a Werewolf to go after those Werewolves’ leader, and he saved a bunch of Hunters. Those dumbasses tried to kill him in the end, just because he was a Werewolf. He is also the man I love. I am his Luna and he is my Alpha. We are the leaders of our pack of Werewolves, and our numbers are increasing. Very soon, there will be so many of us that the Hunters won’t have a chance. I was going to leave them alone as long as they didn’t go after a Werewolf, but after what happened to Violet, to my father and you? I won’t stand still. I will kill them all.” “ In the morning, Aniya was at the Church with Nick. They had to enter from the back door to avoid the reporters at the main entrance who were waiting for her. A huge group of police officers that arrived early had placed a safety line made of metallic fences at waist height, and they were making sure no reporter or curious person entered the Church to harass the family and friends of the deceased young girl. Inside the Church and on Aniya’s left side were Davis, Lisa, and her parents, and on her right, Anna Kent, together with her boyfriend, Jack Holland. Aniya was standing in front of the Hunters’ building on the opposite sidewalk. Dressed in tight dark leggings, a white t-shirt and sneakers, she was frowning, lost in deep thoughts. The day arrived, and she was nervous. Next to her, Nick was dressed in a dark blue tracksuit and dark sneakers. He glanced at her and said, “It seems everyone is ready. What do you think?” Aniya took a hairband from her wrist and tied her hair in a high ponytail. She looked left and right and saw the street cut off by The Flesh-Eating Werewolf Chapter 39 - The death of a friend
The Flesh-Eating Werewolf Chapter 40 – Two months later – part 1
Aniya shone because her anger made her lose control, but she forced herself to calm down and continued after her light disappeared. “An amazing evolutionary leap that granted Werewolves the ability to control their bodies after so many years. An evolution that makes them almost impossible to kill, and even in their Human form, they are stronger and faster than normal Humans. A Werewolf firefighter can smell people trapped inside a burning building and reach them with mere strength and will. A police officer who won’t die even after being shot at close range by a criminal with a machine gun. Humans who heal fast from the most unimaginable wounds, immune to poisons and diseases,
Davis parked the limousine in front of the company’s building and opened the door for Aniya. A path was open for her, granted by her security men, who were making sure she could enter the building without being disturbed by the crowd of reporters that kept on asking questions about why she called for a press conference and why she hadn’t made a public statement regarding the death of her father, the attack on her mother, and the deaths of her friends. Aniya fixed the position of her sunglasses, checked her knee-length white dress for wrinkles, and walked straight to the entrance, not even bothering to answer. The reporters she wanted to talk to were already inside, according to the message that Anna Kent sent her, meaning that the ones outside were
Aniya Rossi – A twenty-two-year-old spoiled blond with light blue eyes who loves to shop and party, and is only focused on her own life and friends. The first Werewolf with a conscience, instead of a mindless beast like the others. Her mother was once the lover of a Werewolf without knowing it when her marriage had problems. Nick Kerrisk – An Irish man and a nightmare Werewolf. The first time that Aniya met him, he was wearing a simple white shirt with some kind of drawing on the front, ripped jeans, and sneakers. He had dark eyebrows that contrasted with his dark green eyes. A chiselled chin, a beard two days old, a short haircut with a few tuffs over the left side of his fore
Aniya Rossi sighed. She was correcting a tiny deviation in her perfectly drawn lip liner, but the limousine that was driving her trembled because of a bump on the road, and her lip pencil made a weird line on her left cheek. She pressed the console at her front and opened the privacy-shadowed mini window. Her personal driver noticed the movement and squeezed the steering wheel, getting ready for one more of her usual rants. “Davis, do you mind not driving like a toddler on his tricycle? You ruined my make-up! Just look at me! I look like a total freak!” <
It was almost two pm when Aniya left the shop. Maddie accompanied her to the exit and helped the driver put all the bags in the trunk. She then waved as Aniya entered her limousine, receiving a blown kiss in return. The cart rolled out, and Maddie kept her smile until she entered the shop again. There, she went straight to the reception counter and sat on the chair. She took a deep breath and leaned her head over the counter. Amy, the new stylist, got worried and asked, “Maddie, are you alright? Did Miss Aniya annoy you or-“ The shop manager raised one index finger and slowly waved it, without lifting her head. “We don’t talk about our customers on their backs, A