She raised her head just in time to see the arrow about to penetrate her forehead.

Blood dropped on the concrete ground, the sound of the arrow puncturing skin entered Elizabeth's ears. 

Her heart pounded as she stared at the hand that had blocked the arrow from puncturing her forehead. 

Oliviér removed his hand with an arrow inserted inside from her face. He carelessly dislodged the arrow from his hand without so much as a quiet groan. 

Elizabeth's blue eyes watched as the wound swiftly knitted back, hastily knitting together and healing at an instant.

Right…. Pure blood Alphas had immense healing abilities.

Oliviér inched closer, seeing angst Commoners jumping on the guards. The guards themselves wasted no time to draw their weapons and fight back.

"Rebels," he muttered, eyes sweeping through the angst crowd.

He caught the sight of other people moving along to collect the body of Gentry as the crowd and turned drastic.

Oliviér's lips twitched. "They intend to steal the body with this farce rebellion."

As he turned back to Elizabeth she captured the already elongated canines of Oliviér. His canines had turned into thick fangs, two conjoined fangs at both sides of his teeth.

"Get to safety, use forbidden Magic if you must."

She did not get a word in before Oliviér jumped from the several feet balcony. She gasped with wide eyes, quickly throwing her head down to see.

The man landed on his feet, wasting no time to disrupt the group that were stealing Gentry's body.

She blinked. This had not been her expectation for the first day but she would not panic…. She would not think that today would be the day she died…. She would not look down at the rebels who were sacrificing their own life's just to earn one or two blows on the guards.

She must calm herself and get herself to safety as Oliviér said. This came with the duty of Detective. She breathed through her nose ready to make her move out of the tower….. then….

"I had expected to find the Werewolf Detective here."

She stiffened, her mind disgracing her and shutting down when it was needed the most.

She steadily yet clearly fearfully turned around to meet who it was that spoke. In fear she twisted her ankle and fell to the ground while making her turn.

Elizabeth breathed from her mouth, feeling her olive hands trembling on the cold hard floor. Sweat and hair locks fell on her face as her blue eyes peered from underneath the bed, staring at a creature's legs.

She swallowed. It was not human.

Each toe was sharp, long, and separated from each other. The black fur covered legs stepped on the concrete ground of the Palace tower. Elizabeth internally cursed herself for not leaving the tower earlier.

Then again she might have met this creature earlier.

She had not looked higher but she was already deducing that it was a Werewolf in their Wolf that had come.

She peeked out her small tongue to quietly moisten her lips that had turned dry and chaffed from being still under pressure. Air passed through her nose as the black feet quietly thudded on the floor. She saw the heel of the legs did not touch the ground, simply the top half of the feet while almost 50% of the feet were in the air.

In this world, many people looked strange. 

She had only ever seen two Wolves who had dared to wreak havoc before. They were being captured by the Church of Mother Earth's task force– Third Eye and when she had asked her Mother where the Third Eye was taking the Werewolf children she did not answer directly, only telling her, "Those who do not submit to his Majesty's glory do not deserve life, these Rogues do not deserve life."

She had not understood what that meant until she had read of the news from the newspaper that the Rogues had been hanged to death. What was even more terrifying was that people raised boards, and screamed at the top of their lungs, "Let the devils die." 

Then she slowly began understanding that in her era it was okay to be different, but society would decide on what terms. Just like her.... An abomination child bred by a Werewolf and a Human, even worse that she was capable of using magic.

They had not been a beautiful sight to look at; The Rogue that was. They were stuck in their Wolf forms all the time, a grotesque face to look at, their ears were wide and flabby, they had bloodshot eyes with thicker veins than a War wolf and blade-like bone structures behind their back that towered their heads.

At such a sight perhaps it was understandable that people feared Rogues. The average Werewolf kissed the ground everyday for their normal appearance, for not ending up like Rogues.

True she had seen a few creatures that looked nothing like normal, but she had never been with one up close. Off the top of her head she could guess that Rogue Werewolves were more powerful than the average Werewolf, she could have even sworn she had read about it somewhere but she could not put a name to the face.

The feet stopped moving in front of the bed. Elizabeth's breath hitched in her throat and her hand came to cover her mouth, withholding the scream of terror that was threatening to tear through her throat. As a being who was part wolf, it was natural Elizabeth to react so strongly to being around something this powerful, toppled with her own fear.

Suddenly the feet that seemed to cast no shadow on the ground moved away, seemingly leaving the tower.

She wished…..

Bam! She was flung back before she could even react. The burning sensation of a powerful slap on her face made her groan. 

Her throat bobbed, and her stomach tightened in raw heat. She caught her thigh with her fingers, and began to squeeze as the Rogue's one leg stepped towards her.

It snarled, she darted her blue eyes towards the escape behind it, her legs swiftly sauve to the side, attempting to make it with top speed.

Fingers which were long, separate and had sharp claws caught a bunch of pink shoulder length hair, viciously pulling her back towards its black domineering frame.