CHAPTER EIGHT

Adrenaline pumps through his vein and instincts he never knew he has kicked in. Roy catches a glimpse of red eyes and pokes at them with his fingers. His attacker howls.

It was a dog?—no, a wolf…a freaking werewolf. Roy gasps, absolutely sure of his conclusion.

With shaky hands, Roy manages to pull out his pepper spray and he presses his thumb against the nozzle, once, twice, as many times as he can into the eyes of the wolf.

The werewolf yelps, turning away as its body falls to the ground with a heavy thud.

His phone vibrates against his pocket and he scrambles to answer it but gleaming silver claws swipe it away. Fuck! Another werewolf?

The werewolf lunges at him again, swiping the pepper spray out of his hand before he could press the nozzle. Roy stares at the werewolf in dismay. Is this how his end would be?

All of a sudden, a third werewolf howls, jumping out of the shadows, claws ripping into the chest of the brown werewolf in front of Roy. The claws are at least 2ft long, as sh