Ch 18:

I slowly opened my eyes and yawned. My mouth felt dry and my body felt tired. Crap, it was a the day.

I rolled out of bed and stretched my arms and yawned. I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth as I was looking into the mirror realizing who I was. A werewolf that is far too young to be doing any of the things He should be doing. Including fighting to the death in an all out fight to save a bunch of people who He doesn't even know, except for one person. I spit the water into the sink and turned the knobs off and looked back at the mirror. My hair was out of control, it reminded me of some homeless person hair that doesn't own a comb. Strips of hair was going down to my eyes giving me a Goth kind of look and I hated it. After I'm done with all this I'm getting a haircut as a reward from pops. My eyes looked empty and full of sorrow as I looked into the mirror. It made me angry how World was playing me and I felt like I'm doing exactly what he wants me to do, like I'm his puppet. I tried to blink rapidly and remove the look but it wouldn't leave. I splashed cold water all over my face and I even changed them to red and it didn't make a difference. Then something strange happened. The air turned hot and a steaming noise flooded my ears and the mirror cracked and I jumped back surprised. I frowned and placed my hand on the crack and jumped back again in pain. The mirror was hot and I wondered what just happened. I decided to forget it since I have bigger things to worry about and I flicked off the lights and walked out into the kitchen where I saw Pops. He was wearing a white T-shirt with some red and black stripped pajamas and a white apron while being barefoot. His gray hair and beard had gotten thicker in the past few weeks as well. His beard had turned into a short boxed beard with his buzz cut not exactly being a buzz cut anymore. He was cooking in the kitchen making grilled cheese for breakfast and like usually it smelled delicious. Once he was done we both sat at the dinner table eating in complete silence. It didn't feel weird or awkward eating in silence because we both didn't exactly feel like chatting about the weather or what was going on tonight. The food was great but I ate slowly nibbling on my sandwich thinking about what tonight might be like and Pop's noticed but didn't say anything . Once he was done with his food He asked me to wash dishes and I nodded still not even halfway done finishing my food. Once I did finish I cleaned the kitchen and washed all the plates without complaining like usual. Today was already feeling weird enough.

It was about three PM and I was in my room laying on my bed staring at the ceiling when Pop's came in and asked me

"What happened to the bathroom mirror?"

Still looking at the ceiling I answered "I don't know to be honest, I was just looking at it and then it cracked." I said

"Maybe it thought you were ugly." He said

I chuckled. He was trying to cheer me up which is something I never thought he would do since he was always being so tough on me. Though I think I might have lied without even knowing it. The mirror cracked when my eyes were red and maybe that was why. Did I awaken more of my moon eyes? Or did that mirror just think I was hideous? Both are pretty likely to be why. I looked over at him

"What if one of us dies tonight? Do we just keep going? I mean maybe..." I started

"I won't let that happen. Even if one of us dies, we failed what we are trying to do because we are here to save lives not exchange them with the devil." He said in a stern and determined voice

He looked over at me with sympathy trying to hide is tough look. I think he was starting to realize what I was going through. The one person that truly understood me could be dead already and more of the people I loved could die tonight, and I was only thirteen. I think he was starting to realize my situation and he felt bad and that look on his face was something I never thought I would see. He was awful at hiding his emotions. Under all that thick and tough skin was a soft teddy bear and it almost made me smile. He was no different than the rest of us

"This is not the time to be getting emotional Pop's. We both have to just focus and if we let our guard down for a second, we could die." I said looking back at the ceiling

He nodded and closed the door to my room and sat down on the edge of the bed looking straight ahead. After a bit of silence he finally asked

"What makes you so sure you can beat him? You promised you would but you have no clue of how strong he is do you?" he asked in a soft tone

I smiled "No I don't, but you don't know how strong I am ether." I said

He turned around and looked at me confused "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked

"When I was with Deucalion, He not only made me stronger, but smarter. He told me about the werewolf world that only a few of the werewolf's know and taught me how to connect with them. Eight to be exact." I said holding up eight fingers

Pop's looked puzzled "I don't understand what you mean. Seven of what?" he asked

I shook my head "I'll explain after tonight when it makes more sense, but I'll tell you this. If he is stronger than a conqueror then maybe we should all be worried." I said

With that being said Pop's left the room. I took a deep breath and continued looking at the ceiling daydreaming. After about an hour me and Pop's did our daily run around the woods and I had so much more stamina than I did when we first started. I could run about four more miles without being exhausted and Pop's said

"You're heart is much stronger than before, it could pump more blood with less beats." He said

It was good to know that I was getting stronger all the time but not just physically. This fight was going to be a test of my sanity and whether or not I could handle all the loss on the battlefield. Their deaths wouldn't be a scar to me but seeing innocent people slaughtered wouldn't exactly make me feel confident ether.

We headed back to the house and we called the girls over to go over the plan one more time. My first job was to head to the warehouse were all the shipments were taking place and make sure all the men there would go home in a wheelchair. Then Pop's would call me and Id head over to the lab where that bastard is located.

It was about 6PM and I was back at Pop's house. Everyone was here in the living room talking about the final plan. I was sitting alone on the couch and I checked my phone. 7PM. It was time for the plan to move. I sighed and I stood up and grabbed my jacket from the coat rack at the front door and threw it around myself and slipped my arms through the sleeves. I smiled. Wearing this reminded me of Kali and how nice of a friend she was to me. She'd probably be a bit confused of what I was doing this but hopefully she would be proud of me. I equipped my blood red gloves and my hand was on the doorknob when everything went silent. I turned around and saw everyone was looking at me

"It's time. I need to head to the warehouse soon or..." I began

My sisters both ran up to me and wrapped their arms around me so hard I thought my bones would break. Each of their heads were on each of my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around them and patted their backs. We held our embrace for far too long but we didn't seem to mind. Once they let go they both smiled at warmly

"Come back here alive." Said Dorothy

"If you die, I'll kill you." said Sophia sarcastically

I laughed and put my hood over my head and grinned

"I won't be the one to die tonight trust me." I said

I turned around and twisted the door knob and walked out the door into the cold night and began sprinting towards the docks which was about four miles away. Piece of cake

It was a dark night. The air was ice cold and there was a strong wind going through the air. I arrived at the warehouse where and there was about thirty men wearing all black uniforms carrying small firearms and most were taking small packages into putting them into containers that were being brought to these large boats and sent off. Who is buying all this product? If they are getting all these drugs and weapons, he must have some sources and power. A lot of power. I was hiding behind a few shipping crates just watching these men. None of them were werewolf's so all the brute force was somewhere else which made my job much easier. One of the men was talking on his radio and saying something about how the shipping is going when I stood up and I slowly walked up behind him casually. He turned around quickly hearing my footsteps and looked a bit scared but he also looked confused. He looked like a young man, he was in his twenties if I had to guess. He raised his pistol at my chest.

"This is private property and you're not welcome here. Turn around and go home kid." he said

I continued walking towards him and I raised my palm in front of me aiming it at his face. The man clocked his revolver and pointed it at my face.

"I will shoot you!" He shouted

Some of the other men heard this and headed over to us. Soon I was surrounded by a crowd of these thugs and they were making stupid comments saying I'm as good as dead as they all pointed their guns at me and the sound of their guns clocking filled the air. I took a look all around me and chuckled. The men looked confused and the first men that threatened men was not bluffing. He pulled the trigger and the bullet fired very fast but not fast enough. I calmly tilted my head to the left to avoid getting shot as the bullet whizzed past my head. Some of the men looked shocked and the man in front of me shot another bullet and I dodged it even easier than before. All of the men's heart began to race very loudly in my ears. They were afraid. As they should be.

I blinked and I activated my eyes increasing my perception. The man in front of me dropped his gun in fear and stared at me. I walked towards him at the same pace I was before with my palm still raised aiming it at his face. He was frozen in fear and shock and so were all the men watching. Once I was close enough, I brought my palm back and I shot it forward directly hitting him square in the face. I heard a cracking noise, his nose was broken and he crumbled to the floor holding his face groaning. I smelled blood knowing his nose was bleeding, but then I heard the click of a trigger and then a countless amount of bullets were fired where I was standing, but I was already gone in a flash. The men began to panic and one began to radio for help. Before he even knew it, I appeared right before his eyes and I grabbed his radio and crushed it in my hands. I clenched my fist and dealt a brutal blow to his stomach causing him to spit a bit of saliva and stumble on the ground. All the men stared at me in absolute shock and they were all frozen in place.

"Who else wants to radio for help?" I asked