Chapter 47 : Last Breath

Screams of terror echo outside and stomping from customers leaving the club can be heard as fat as Jack's room.

Rosa's heart was beating against her chest. The werewolves are coming and if they find out who she was, God knows what could happen.

Hell, God knows what would happen to her and Ayara because she can see no matter how Ayara tries to act tough, the sweat on her forehead and her hand that was holding a gun she had just pulled from her back shivers uncontrollably.

Wait, what?

Rosa pulls her shoulder back so they would be face to face with each other.

"When did you bring a gun with you?"

"I always have a gun with me." She replied as she pants for air.

"When you're a woman and living in a place like this, a dagger is not enough. Let alone carrying a sword around town. It's the best I could do." Ayara replied.

Poor woman. Even as an immortal she fears for her life just like the woman in her country.