~Dominic stood up and stretched. The book he had been reading was now closed. A few cricks were heard in the hallway as he twisted his body from side to side.

'I still cannot fanthom the thought of feeling pain like a normal human.' He muttered under his breath.

He walked towards the window and gazed outside. The large beautiful compound shone in symphony with the beauty of the crescent moon. He shifted his gaze upwards at the moon and a smile appeared on his red lips. Three months had passed since that very day. He felt satisfied knowing that the werewolves were now disoriented. Their supposed chosen one was...