With one last ferocious howl the wolf fell limp over Sin’s tiny frame slowly returning to the human man he had been. A boy really no older than sixteen. His first shift no doubt. She shoved the boy off of her and rose to her feet, pulling out her cell phone she quickly dialed a number from memory. 

“Poor thing, his first shift.” She said to Clint as the phone rang. Sin slipped the dagger from the boy’s side and sat back sore from her wounds that still bled through her shirt. “I suppose I can’t hide this from you, Clint, but this boy is a werewolf.”