Jane, in squatting, watched the lifeless body of the last werewolf she slaughtered. Satisfied with the parish of the beasts she labeled as her enemy, Jane got up to her feet; still in her pose, her palms stretched and her eyes scanned them incredulously. It was not her ability to kill that astonished her but the blue glow that outburst through her hands which stuck her in stun. How could an ordinary human girl like her possess magical power?
"No….it was not me who slew them all? There must be something wrong with it" Her grumbles broke the quietness of her surroundings.
Jane turned around and ran through the width of the jungle; she had killed her own fear of the wild animals which might lurk behind the shadow of the trees. Her feet did not cease, not even by the wound on them; she was t
