**Razor**
I looked down at the dead bodies lying across the ground, then at my hands. My fingers had claws—literal claws.
"What, you're a freak….. how is that possible?" Marv stuttered, pushing himself further away from me on the ground. He was terrified, in disbelief—just as I was.
"He's not a freak, he's a werewolf," Nathan sneered at Marv before meeting my gaze. "See? We told you, you're one of us. You're a werewolf, the alpha of our pack."
I couldn't believe it. This was fucking insane. Werewolves exist, and I was fucking one.
"So what are you going to do now, Marv? You're the only one left," Cross taunted Marv, who was still terrified. Before we knew it, Marv got up and began to run without looking back.
Cross and Nathan burst out laughing. "That was quite funny," Nathan continued laughing, pointing at Marv's disappearing form. "If he thought this was scary, wait until he sees us in our wolf form."
"Wolf form?" I raised my brow.
