The Lycan huntress (3): Rasputin

The daylight had dwindled to a barely perceptible lightening of the room. Each wall of concrete was identical to the next without an identifying marker of any kind. Standing tall with a smirk playing on her lips was Natasha who gazed down at Leonard with a victorious look on her face.

"Nothing to say?." she asked him after he remained silent with his hand clutching his chest in pain, with her grip on the trigger she was about to release it when Leonard finally broke his recess.

"Was it my brother who sent you?." he asked coughing out a lump of blood, his now weakened state was a delightful sight to the cold-hearted lady standing tall and proud before him.

"Yes baby boy, but...I still would have come for you sooner or later to carry out my revenge."

"And.." his words were curtailed by his coughs, "How did you manage to sneak into this school unnoticed even by the witches?." he inquired with a frown.

"Hmm that's a secret baby boy," she said with a wink crouching down to meet his gaze, w