Cold Justin

She had just taken another step when her nose came in contact with a long leg. Alice felt her head spin, her nose began bleeding and she lost consciousness. A great way to begin a new day, sigh!

Meanwhile the owner of the long leg felt something collide with his leg. He stared at the unconscious figure of the petite lady. How could she be so stupid! He sniffed the air and he realized she was also a werewolf but there was something peculiar about her scent.

Meanwhile Mrs. Theresa was going in search of Alice. By this time, Alice ought to be doing the dishes but she was no where to be found. Mrs. Theresa turned to look left and right, seeing that there was no one around, she deeply sniffed the air. She caught an unfamiliar scent in the process and her daughter's scent which was mixed with blood. Blood!

Immediately, Mrs. Theresa ran to where she suspected the scents were coming from.

Arriving at the shelf of books, she saw a tall and handsome stranger standing beside her sprawled daughter. She had expected that there'd be a pool of blood on the floor but all she saw was just a tiny drop on the floor and more droplets spilling out of her daughter's nose which made her relieved. Remembering the unfamiliar scent she had perceived, she realized that this handsome stranger was also a werewolf but why would he not call for help after seeing someone bleeding! This made her furious that she felt like venting all her bottled up anger on this stranger. She glared at the man not cowering despite the cold aura he had. Mrs. Theresa wasn't one to hide any displeasure she felt towards someone. She glared at the man for the nth time before squatting beside her daughter. Thoug, she wasn't a doctor but after confirming that her daughter was still breathing, she immediately picked her up. To humans, this was a huge feat but to werewolves, it was normal for them to lift someone as heavy as them.

Despite her old age to humans, Mrs. Theresa carried her daughter to the small spare room they had in the shop. 

Meanwhile the cold Justin who had just been glared at didn't get angry and this was a surprised to him. He waved it off and then walked out of the shop while bringing out his phone from his pants pockets. While doing this, a flier fell on the floor but he was long gone to notice this. Anyone who first enter the shop would be the first to notice the flier.

In the small room of the shop....

Mrs. Theresa didn't need to be worried about her daughter cause she knew that in no time she'd wake up. All she did was to clean up the blood on her daughter's face and also stopped the bleeding.

She sat on the small wooden chair closed to the tattered bed her daughter laid on. She stared at her daughter's face and couldn't help but to remember her late husband. They both had the same features. A drop of tear slipped from her eyes but she was too lost in thought to notice this.

"Mum! Mum! I have good news!" There was a loud cry of a teenager as he barged into the room looking as agile as ever.

"Not again!" Mother Theresa sighed resignedly.