President (5)

"What type of meat?" the little girl in her arms asked nonchalantly, while Nida formed beads of sweat on her forehead as she feared the child's intimidating smile.

Monica's grin is not something a five-year-old child would do, which made Nida wonder if all werewolf children act like this normally.

'Wait? Randell was human-like until he turned eighteen. Don't all werewolves experience the same stages?'

"Aren't you too superhuman now?" she asked instead of answering the child's vicious question.

Monica smiled even brighter at her response. She jumped off Nida's arms and spun twice, and slowly, her appearance changed into that of an adult woman.

"Who are you?" Nida asked as she tried to recognize the lady in front of her.