"Under the moon's light, a creature of man and wolf becomes real. The fate of human bats is turned to death. Killed by the one with the sight and their love. Battle will boil into a war, and the winning team of wolves. She and him will kill the person in power. The human bat plague will end," the old, creepy women said. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her fingers were locked in a claw-like curve.
J. Demurs stood up from the table, his lips perfectly curved over his white fangs. His eyes were black, and his skin was snow white. The suit he was wearing fitted for his thin body that did not have one wrinkle anywhere. Perfectly put together he was. So perfect. Too perfect.
"This will never happen. The wolfs will never defeat us. We to powerful for those scums to even think of killing our race."
"But, it is true," the old women coughed hard then went back to speaking, "I have seen the truth. Though the wolves have been around since the human bats, they will rise to power. The one with the sight will help a born wolf to kill you and your filth." The witch snapped her fingers, and she was gone leaving the "human bat" behind in the room which he didn't notice was an abandoned hospital. The place he once worked at a long time ago. Long time ago.
J. stomped out of the hospital to his black limousine his bodyguards following close behind. Was it real? Was she there? Will a person with "the sight" really kill the all powerful J. Demurs? What the witch forgot to tell J. was the only one person can see who the person with "the sight" is a wolf. The love of their life. Their sacrifice. And it all begins with her, but who? Time can only tell what comes next.
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Eyes
WerewolfPeople say that the eyes are windows to the soul, but to Lacy, they are the windows to the beast. The only person who can see it though is the one with The Sight.
