I have been running for many minutes, maybe hours or more realistically just minutes. Going airborne has besieged my mind so much that I can hardly concentrate on the phenomenon around me. I can’t help but ask myself what I really am. Not an ordinary werewolf I know for sure. But then, what am I? I keep asking as I lance through the cold highway which is flanked by acres of cereal farms. I want to be as far away from people as much as possible. Staying on the road will only render my whole effort to be futile. The dreaded twins would never give up till they find me...