This was no ordinary werewolf, Annabelle thought as the ice shards flew at her. Unable to dodge she took the full force of the attack, several cracks appearing in her psionic shield as the pieces of ice exploded against her. She would make this creature pay, as soon as she was able to get close enough to him.

Unfortunately the monster had other plans up his sleeve as he pulled out a strange metal device from his person. Annabelle had never seen a gun before, and so was uncertain what to think of it or the implied threat behind it. "You must have some powerful magic inside that thing, don't you?" It must have been how he was able to slay his more feisty victims. The thought of it made her sick.

"How am I supposed to believe you won't try to kill me as soon as I put my guard down?" She had much experience with wolves in the clothing of sheep. It was such a person that murdered her father, burned down her home and entrapped her into a deranged cult they lead. "I refuse to be taken advantage of by another monster." 

To her right was a parked car, one of several in a long line heading southward their position. Slowly she began to back away from him, her reflexes readying themselves for when it was time to dive. Strangely enough, the smell of death was getting stronger, though she could not identify where it was coming from.