บท 107: Untouchable

It had to be a female werewolf. 

Eyes brimming with cunning intelligence with the confidence to stand weaponless in front of Lithe.

Her hair was yellow butter and she wrapped it in a ponytail that had long curly tresses. 

Even in one her hair was longer than Lithe and hung nearly to her waist. 

She wore a sports tracksuit that consists of a yellow tank top and matching tights looking like she was going for a morning jog and not necessary for a kill 

Now she faced Lithe, her hands akimbo, her face looked haughty and arrogant. 

Clearly she wasn't afraid of him as she stared Lithe him down as if she was untouchable.

She was the same height as Lithe but her body was smaller and not physically imposing; maybe her ego made up for what she lacked in size.