RUNNING on all fours, Basha made her way to the Kalayaan village. From afar, she already made out a few werewolves surrounding the area of the burning property.
She stood beside Charlie. He was also in his massive wolf form.
“What happened?”
“I smelled gasoline. It’s stronger in the back. Come on.”
They surround the area. The wooden fences and the grown crops were burning. She heard from Mutya that her father will harvest two of the crops in a few days.
Basha ran to the cabin. Half of the hut was on fire. She entered the familiar room and pulled clothes from the cabinets.
Her brother followed her when he saw her running towards the backyard. His warning echoed inside her head.
She turned on the water so that the sprinkler started. The smell of the wet soil mixed with burning lea
