Chapter 89: Racist

Ansari's Pov

She looked at her, confused. Another boulder landed next to us, disintegrating the poor souls unfortunate enough to be under its reach.

Blood was everywhere around me: on the pavement, on the houses, and on the poor, dead people who had gotten crushed.

“Good God," I whispered. And then the ringing came to my ears, a low but intense high-frequency tone threatening to destroy my eardrums.

“Mum?" Mira called desperately.

“Mom, what's wrong?" Her voice was growing distant, and I turned to get away.

I yelled out a war cry and began running towards the monster. Parts of the road had been broken up, and pieces of metal jotted out. I jumped from one piece of concrete to another and hopped around like a ballerina.

The monster looked down and saw me advancing towards it. It roared angrily and squinted at me.

"Foolish bastard, you've already tried that once," I yelled and sprinted at full speed.

An average Werewolf is astonishingly fast compared to a human. We are slightly qu