Chapter 2 - Death on Campus

Today wasn't a good day for Lacey. As she angrily walked out on Prof. Wong, Cat made a sigh of relief and chased after her.

"Hey Lacey!" she called out. "Wait up!"

Lacey didn't bother to stop or even look back. She continued walking down the hallway leading to the exit.

"Come on girl, don't be like that!"

Cat ran as fast as she could to catch up with her. When she was about to speak further, Lacey swirled. "I can't believe Prof. Wong has to say that about my parents." A strong feeling of annoyance was written on Lacey's face as she expresses her displeasure.

"I understand how you feel. You are pissed with him for bringing up your parents." Cat opened up trying to make up for Prof. Wong's lash words.

Lacey furrows her brows. "He has no right to keep my phone after his class. He should give it back."

"What do you intend to do," Cat asked sternly.

"I have no idea."

Their moments were suddenly interrupted by Prof. Wong. He lowered his head and cleared his throat. When he raised his head, his eyes seared Cat. "Here is your phone," he said handing Lacey back her phone.

Lacey didn't wait for him to repeat himself. He quickly took her phone and hissed silently. She's not trained to be this way but she never wants anyone to invade her privacy. She has often told Detective Jones, 'I'm a very private person. Stop tailing me in the name of protecting me.'

Oftentimes, Detective Jones would put a tail on Lacey or tail her himself because she doesn't want her to get hurt. For the same reason, he got glock17 for Lacey and licensed it under her name.

"Look Lacey, I don't mean to get you upset. I'm sorry if my actions have provoked you." Prof. Wong apologized expressing remorse.

"You are just trying to do your job. I get it…" Lacey raised her eyebrows to her hairline and continued. "No offense but leave my late parents out of this." She turned and started walking toward the exit.

Cat followed her cue. "Girl, you have to slow down your roll. Prof. Wong might get obsessed with you and will give you an F," she whispered.

"This is America, we have rights and he won't dare to do that."

The buzzing of Lacey's phone continued. Perhaps, this was the reason Prof. Wong had to return Lacey's phone. He can't keep up with the continuous calling that comes in every few seconds.

Lacey excused herself and moved to a corner. She swiped the icon to accept the call. As she placed the phone on her ear, she yelled out in anger, "Why are you still calling me, Carl?"

"Lacey, you have to hear me out…" Detective Jones spoke without hesitation. "It's about the robbers…" he paused for a while with hesitation in his voice.

For the first time hearing Carl's voice today, he got her attention over the phone. "What about them and why is there hesitation in your voice?"

"They escaped," Detective Jones muttered.

Lacey's body tensed up. "What?"

"That's why I have been calling you. Perhaps you can sniff them out of hiding."

Detective Jones understood what Lacey could do with her wolf abilities. Since she was the one that caught them, perhaps she could catch up with their scent with her enhanced sense of smell.

Before Lacey would say "Perhaps you would have chosen not to go easy with them," a horrific scream escaped down the hallway.

She quickly flicks around. Her gaze was drawn to Prof. Wong lying in the pool of his blood.

It was Cat's scream that got her attention when Prof. Wong's blood flowed down to where Cat was standing. Feeling something liquid and thick under her foot made her scream like a banshee on seeing the disemboweled corpse of Prof. Wong.

"Oh no!" Lacey cried out.

How could this happen without her knowing? As she quickly drew near, her gaze was drawn to Prof. Wong's heart lying next to him.

"Lacey, are you there? What's going on over there?" Detective Jones asked on the other end. He heard the scream in the background.

Since there was no response from Lacey, he quickly picked up his talkie and radioed his precinct. He didn't end the call with Lacey but left the call going to know if Lacey would respond.

A sob escaped Lacey's lips. This isn't just an ordinary attack on Prof. Wong. She had indeed said mean words to him a few minutes ago, she never expected him to end up dead with his heart ripped out.

As she was still trying to figure out who was behind this homicide, she caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure staring with glowing yellow eyes in the dark corner of the hallway.

"Hey, you!" she points to the shadowy figure.

She could tell that the mysterious figure was a werewolf like her but it was very hard to see the face. All she could see was a figure hiding his face behind a mask and a hood.

"Lacey… talk to me," Detective Jones continued calling out from the other end.

Lacey didn't pay attention. She knew he would tell her not to go after the shadowy figure if she did tell him what she was up against at the moment. She slides her phone into her side jeans pocket and went after the shadowy figure.

Getting close to the shadowy figure, something didn't feel right. When she stretched her hand to grab the shadowy figure, it was as if her hand went through a smoke. She couldn't touch the figure.

"Bloody hell!"

She stared with disbelief and tried to grab the figure again but this time, she was zapped as if she was electrocuted. The reeling sound that came with the zap made her unable to spring back to her feet.

All she could hear in her head was a harsh whispering, "We're coming for you."

When she raised her head to look, the figure was no more.

Multiple voices echoed continuously in her head. "We are not far… we're near and we're watching."

"Make it stop!" she cried out rolling on the floor.

"Who are you talking to?" Carl asked curiously.

"Can't you hear the voices?" Lacey's voice was dry with nervousness.

When she tried to spring back to her feet, she was too feeble to do so. It was as if all her strength has been drained. Her breath started to fade. She began gasping for air nonstop. Lacey's eyes gleamed with horror as the day closed in on her forever.