"Hilfe! Hilfe!" A young woman shouted during a late hour, only made bright by the full moon. Loud howls followed her calls, awakening a man still dressed in his everyday wear. The woman rushed towards his bedroom window, seeing a head peek out, it was the only head that did. His eyebrows shot up, searching for the source of the noise.
The woman's chest moved with every breath. "Herr! Adlersflügel! Es gibt einen bösen Dämon! Halb Mann, halb Tier! Hilfe! Hilfe!"
The man glowered at the woman's frantic behaviour, lighting the lantern that rested on his dresser. He sneaked out of his room, letting his still sleeping wife rest for a while longer. He tip-toed his way downstairs, hearing another brassy scream.
Adlersflügel nearly dropped his light, murmuring. "Was Zum Henker?"
He moved closer to his wooden front door, expecting the woman to be nearly beating it down, but after the scream - everything fell petrifyingly silent as if he had gone deaf.
He opened the door with caution, his hand turning into a fist.
Letting out a harsh gasp, Adlersflügel saw the woman's petite body lying on the floor, freshly coated in her own blood. Her gown now torn fabric. The woman's mouth was open along with her dark green eyes – no longer acting as an entrance into her soul.
The lantern slipped from his fingers, his entire body shaking as the glass broke just an inch from his bare foot. He rushed over to check if the woman was still breathing, placing two fingers on her pulse. There was no movement as he waited for three lingering seconds.
'Elli! Hilfe! Hilfe!' Adlersflügel shouted, tears falling.
He embraced her corpse, keeping her bruised face on his chest, his hands moving down her bloody back as he waited for someone to show up. Adlersflügel came to standstill when he touched one of the many deep scratches slashing through her skin.
Měsíc's eyes opened, rapid from calls of her brother and a shake of the shoulder. She checked the surroundings of the busy cafeteria, goosebumps along her arms as she accumulated every moment and detail from her dream. It had seemed so real, as if she were there.
Maybe it was. Maybe she was.
"Sorry," she forced a yawn, rubbing her eyes. "I think I passed out for a second there. Didn't get much sleep last night."
"It looked like you were having a nightmare. I thought you could you use a wake-up call," Lobo patted her back.
"I'm okay. Nothing major. Just strange – thanks for the concern."
Her twin nodded, looking away. "No worries, as long as you're okay. Anyway, do you still like soccer?"
"Yeah." Měsíc struggled to adjust to the light, her bloodshot eyes squinting. She had no idea what was said, but she knew what had happened.
Werewolf attack. That poor woman had been killed by a werewolf. The monster that lurked inside her.
"Good," Lobo grinned. "We need your help to beat Rolf."
"Rolf, really?"
The black-haired boy with a notorious bite mark, scarring his left cheek. A bite that just couldn't be hidden. Nonetheless, he was quite a good-looking, not the hottest but certainly attractive with the haunting greyness of his eyes and athletic build.
Rolf and Lobo had been rivals since their first week together. Rolf arrived a month or two after Měsíc and they had been good friends during their first year. But, now they barely ever spoke and whenever they did, Rolf would flirt with the smuggest of smirks. He was one of the very few who had flirted with her.
