After finishing work, I went straight home. I texted Selene to let her know I wouldn't be stopping by, just in case she was waiting for me.
When I got home, I took a quick shower and made myself a simple dinner. After cleaning up the dishes, I headed out to the backyard — I had an idea I wanted to test.
With a deep breath, I focused, letting my body shift into steel like I had the night before. The transformation came easily now — my weight increased instantly, and when I stepped forward, the ground sank beneath my feet. My legs left deep prints in the dirt.
Out of habit, I changed into my female form as well. My body felt heavier, stronger — my punches carried more weight, and each step I took sent dirt flying behind me. I ran laps around my property, the sound of my metallic footsteps echoing through the quiet evening.
A few hours passed before I felt it — that same strange pull I'd felt before danger, a deep instinct warning me something was wrong. My chest tightened, and before I even realized it, I was running. My instincts led me toward Damien's diner — the one Selene and I often visited after work.
Halfway there, I spotted a white van speeding down the road — heading straight toward the diner. Something about it felt off. My instincts screamed louder. Without thinking, I sprinted straight for it.
Still in my steel form, I rammed into the van's side with full force. The impact was violent — metal crumpled and screeched as the van split nearly in half. A heartbeat later, an explosion tore through the street.
The blast threw me backward, flames rolling over my body, but the steel skin protected me from the worst of it. The shockwave, however, shredded my clothes to ash. I looked down at myself — a living steel statue standing in the middle of a fire.
When the flames died down, I heard shouting. Selene and a few people from the diner ran outside, their faces pale with shock. She quickly threw a spare coat over me and dragged me inside.
Once I was seated, I told them everything — the van, the feeling I had, and the explosion. Damien arrived soon after, listening silently as I spoke. When I mentioned the white van looked just like the ones used in the recent kidnappings of young vampires and werewolves, both he and Selene exchanged grim looks.
"We don't think it's a coincidence," Damien said finally, his tone heavy. "The diner might've been the target this time."
I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Then whoever's behind this is getting bolder."
"Leave the rest to me," Damien said, standing. "Once the police are done here, I'll take care of it. Go home and get some rest."
I nodded, thanked him and Selene, then slipped out into the night. Running home under the moonlight, I couldn't stop thinking about that strange feeling — the warning that had pulled me from my backyard at just the right time.
Ever since I became a werewolf, my instincts have been sharper. But tonight, it felt like something more — like I'd known danger was coming before it even began.
And that… scared me a little.