Selene is only 16 years old, and she's a monster hunter. Werewolves are her specialty... and her curse. In fact, she shares their keen sense of smell.
Four months ago, a pack of werewolves kidnapped Raoul, her best friend, her only love. Selene will...
"We need to get out of here," Marco whimpered, but Selene tightened her grip around his mouth even more. She'd suffocate him if necessary.
He had good reason to be scared. Lunarians were all unnaturally strong, even when they weren't transformed. But facing a werebear, even with a loaded gun, even if he wasn't transformed... was like trying to fight a lion with your bare hands.
Selene's heart pounded like a drum, matching Marco's. In other circumstances, this would have doomed them, as lunarians could sense the heartbeat of their prey. But Iezzi was distracted by another sound: people beating drums in the street, singing "L'ombelico del mondo" by Jovanotti.
Iezzi took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. He moved slowly, with the measured gestures of someone on high alert. They should have expected it; Selene had broken the lock at the entrance. And Iezzi knew they were still around: he could smell the fresh scent of the two hunters.
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Selene and Marco heard him sniffing the air, making grunting sounds. His large, calloused, clawed hands moved slightly, as if tracing the essence of the two hunters. Selene tried to peek to the left of the room, focusing on the bedroom window. Maybe they had to jump from there to get back to the square safely. But it wasn't a risk-free jump. There were at least six meters to reach the ground, and the shutters at the window were closed. When Selene looked back at the entrance hall, she found Iezzi staring directly in their direction.
The huntress froze. Had he sensed them? Slowly, the girl drew her knife. Maybe she could stab him in the eye. She also thought about Marco's picklock, the one they had used to break into the door; it could penetrate deeper than any knife, reaching the werebear's brain. A lucky strike could save them both.
To her relief, a ringing sound broke the stillness of the apartment; it was the wall phone in the living room. Without any hurry, Iezzi turned in that direction to answer. Selene held back a sigh of relief. This was their chance to get out and reach the window to jump down. She was about to inform Marco of her plan when she smelled it and realized the damage... Bianchi was wetting himself.
The tension had tightened his bladder, and the phone ringing had released it. But if Selene could smell it... so could Iezzi; who indeed reappeared in the hall. The werebear hadn't answered the phone, which continued to ring; there were more pressing matters now.
Like charging and smashing through the wardrobe where the two intruders were hiding.
Selene barely had time to kick Marco aside and dive out of the way. Iezzi shattered the doors, landing between them like a wrecking ball. Selene scrambled among the debris, crawling away, but the werebear seemed fixated on her. He pounded the floor, trying to crush her legs, shattering the tiles under the carpet each time he missed. Selene retreated in a crab-walk as Iezzi chased her on all fours; she used the heel of her boot against the man-bear's face to keep him at bay. But on the third kick, the werebear caught her shoe in his teeth, dragging the huntress toward him.
