Faloye Abdul Martin

It's about a young boy who became a wolf over night. He found out he had a reason for becoming a wolf, which was to protect the supernatural from attacking humans and also to stop humans from hunting down the supernatural. He also had to protect the love of his life and his son from his enemies. Which is why he wouldn't forgive anyone who tried to harm them.

The Fate Of A Wolf

I read out loud to myself the vehicle registration number on the number plate in the picture. I double-checked the first digit. It was correct. The second one was also correct, and so on. They corresponded to the license plate of the car in the image.

I motioned to Josh and Jack. They rushed towards me as soon as they heard the sound. Josh took out the tracker and slid it beneath the car's front tyre. We bolted from the car as soon as we realized it had activated.

We were waiting for him at his residence. I believe I was the most powerful, so I was the one who entered the house. The rest of them started outside in the car, checking to see if he was coming so they could alert me if he was.

I was walking around the house with my touch light. The house appears to be cool, but I know it isn't. I can smell a burnt body coming from the basement, but I'm not sure where the basement door is.

"He's back, watch out in there, do you copy that?" Over the radio, Josh said. "Copy," I said as I went upstairs to hide; I'd been waiting for him for a few minutes but he hadn't shown up.

I moved and peered behind the stairs, wondering if there was another room behind the stairs, when it suddenly opened and Mr. Fred emerged, carrying a black office bag, and the door closed itself.

I'm assuming that's the path to the basement. I entered the living room and switched on the lights. I was certain he'd be the next person to come upstairs. I dashed into his room and crawled beneath the king-size bed.

I heard switch sounds, the lights in the room turned on, I heard the sound of the bag on the bed, and then I saw him walk into a room shortly after hearing his footsteps on the stairs approaching the room.

I could hear water pouring. I'm guessing he went to the bathroom. This was the appropriate time to leave the room. I yanked myself out of bed. The bed was littered with used tissues. They smelled like sperm. I exclaimed quietly to myself.

"He's a wanker," "He's a fucking pervert," I exclaimed quietly to myself. I exited the room and returned downstairs. I proceeded to the basement's back wall.

There was no doorknob or anything to help you open it. I'm guessing the wall lock is hidden. On the wall, there were photo frames. I went through it all and couldn't find anything. His footsteps were approaching downstairs, and I could hear them.

Before he got down, I looked for a place to hide. He was wearing only his Parker's boxer when he came down the stairs. He slid his hand under the handrail, and it instantly opened. That's where I assumed it was.

He was about to walk in when the whistling kettle began to whistle. He walked back to the kitchen, leaving the door open, while I ran into the secret door. Because it was dark inside, I used my supernatural vision to see down the long stairwell.

Chapter 54