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I sit up as I see a blur run into the woods. I sit on my haunches and concentrate on giving myself the powerful muscles of being a werewolf, and launch from the roof, landing mostly noiselessly on a branch.
Charlette?
My gaze fell on the two blades in her hands. I stayed completely still and waited for what would happen next, if anything.

I keep perfectly still and perfectly quiet, but my heart is pounding so loud in my ears, I'm afriad she could hear it.
I launch from the tree, only in the opposite direction of Charlette and the man, and in midair, I transform. Instead of turning into a half-man, half-animal creature, I land on the four paws of a wolf. Letting my instincts take over somewhat, I walk back to where Charlette was. She comes out of the brush and stares at me from across the clearing that separates us. I let out a low, deep, and threatening growl, baring my sharpened teeth.
I step closer to her and I see her reach for one of her knives.
There would be no way she could fight me off. I'm quicker, stronger, and I have jaws that could and would break her neck.
I turn and jog away.

I dont turn back just yet. I just keep running, letting my muscles in my shoulders and legs get what they want. Running in wolf form was always comforting. But now it just felt like I was running like a coward. I stopped once I was at the apartment building I lived in. I turned back to human and shivered as the breeze picked up. I hate transforming just because of that, when I transform back to human, I'm naked.
Making sure no one was around again, cause I'm sure no one would want to see some naked guy, I ran up to my apartment. I went straight to my room and put on some clothes. Then I stiffened, the air stirring and smelling weird. Someone was here.

I whip around, my hand closing around her throat, and with my inhuman speed and strength, I slam her against the wall, her feet dangling a foot in the air. I blink.
"Charlette?" I ask, dropping her and taking several steps back, my gaze snapping between her gasping for breath and the blade on the floor. I narrow my eyes.
"I knew it from the moment I saw that guy have you that paper that you were an assassin. But I didn't think you'd want to kill me. Didn't you read that slip of paper? It has my name on it, so why act so surprised?" I growled, keeping distance between us.

I smiled down at her, in an almost cruel and sarcastic way.
"Why, I have no idea. And why ask questions?" I wrap my hand around her wrist, holding the blade, and move it so the tip is pressed against my chest, where my heart is.
"If you think you can do it, then do it." I watch her swallow and think it over.
"I was following you because I was curious as to why you, of all people, were escaping school."
I waited for her response, let it be more questions, or the blade through my chest.

"I guess not. You know, you don't know me either. Aren't you a little curious as to how I followed you without you knowing? Or how I slammed you against that wall? I'm not just a boy, Charlette."
At human speed, but still fast, I push away her blades and cross the room. I put the couch between us and cross my arms.
"You're not very good at being an assassin." I comment boredly.

I winced as I pulled the blade from my forearm.
Note to self: Trying to block a knife with your arm doesn't work.
I watched with fascination as the wound closed, stitching itself closed.
"So, she's serious." I mumbled to myself.
I stepped back and leaned against the wall behind me, letting the breath I didn't know I was holding, out.
"Great, school's not hard enough do deal with teachers, grades, and trying not to lose control over the wolf, but now I have an assassin that's in most of my classes trying to kill me. Lovely." I grumbled to myself, cleaning up the spilled blood from my arm.