The Attack

Everything moved in slow motion as Xenia tried to focus on the scene before her. One moment she felt pure ecstasy; the next, a giant ass werewolf crashed through her window, lunging straight toward Cristobal.

Her first thought was Illipio since he didn't like Cristobal much, but this werewolf was too big, and the fur was pure black with a white patch and red eyes. Those eyes, she thought. They look familiar. She watched as Cristobal quickly evaded the werewolf and rolled out of the way into the hall.

Cristobal's eyes went from the werewolf to her. His mouth was moving, but she couldn't register what he said. 'There was a werewolf in my room' was the only thing her mind kept replaying until it fully registered. She couldn't move for a moment until a piece of wood fell from her ceiling, breaking her out of her trance.

"There's a werewolf in my room," Xenia yelled.

She jumped into action and rolled across her bed away from the werewolf, whose attention was on Cristobal. She watche