Chapter 48: Silent
“The night is dark and full of terrors” —Game of Thrones.
Sounds explode all around me, but they are drawn out from my hearing, sounding distance away. My line of vision turns red, and I move in silence, precise and uninterrupted.
I aim my handgun and shoot. The bullet tears through the air in silence, and it spins, going right through his head. My silencer muffles the sound.
My first kill freezes in mid-leap, shock clearly written all over his furious face, before he loses his momentum, falling fast and crashing onto the ground behind me.
The other werewolves still have no idea what just hit their friend. I take the chance to move, climbing up the walls. My gown moves around me in a blur of dark cloud. I have no trouble remaining where I am. Potence, one of the per
