Chapter 12 Saving grace

• One of the werewolves suddenly raised its sharp claws, and lunged aggressively towards her.
• Azalea who had made some calculative moves in her head, immediately swerved to the right near the window. She darted the sharp knife she had used to sharpen the needles earlier in the day, straight to the belly of one of the two rouges which still stood at the back. The unaware wolf who had the knife in its stomach cried out in pain, slightly distracting especially the one that was already prepared to attack.
• By swift seconds, she knocked open the closed window in one blow and jumped out immediately. Into the rain, she ran frantically for her dear life having no doubt that they would not follow her. They were like wild hunting dogs that would chase mercilessly for their preys. Still they had no identity anymore; they were feral.