THE DEATH OF AN ELDER

It was when Jimin felt the warm blood on his cheek that he realized that the Elder actually turned into a werewolf and charged at him.

In all his life as a Sentinel, he had seen a lot of things. He had seen juveniles defeat Elders at chess, he had seen an alpha walk about his pack naked at night while humming to the tune of Beethoven and The Academy of Saint Martin in the Fields, he had seen a whole lot of weird things happen to be precise, but he had never seen a Elder more than a hundred years old change into his werewolf form. It was scary. It was deadly and it was amazing. He had watched in awe as Elder Xhang roared angrily and charged at him and even when the Elder was just some few meters away, Jimin had stood still like one in a trance, staring at the wolf that bounded towards him.

“Get out of the way! Jimin!” He felt strong hands on his shoulders and he fell to the floor. Elder Xhang’s claws got him on his left cheek and from the amount of blood that poured out of it, he knew