The morning was quiet as I retreated my mind back at what had happened. I could hear it all, I could see it all. 
   I couldn't stop thinking and feeling that the werewolf was dead and it was a good thing. 
    "Ho-w how?!" Pablo Don Pablo stammered, immediately retreating to his car to run, leaving his favourite warrior for dead. 
   He laid shivering for some seconds and just then, he stopped. He stopped breathing, he stopped struggling for his life, he gave up fighting as of someone had taken it by force, as if I had taken his life for myself. 
   "Camila!..." The car parked right before me and Russ opened the door. 
   "Get in, let's get the hell out of here!" I jumped in and we rode off, only stopping to get a refill and continue until we nested at … 
    "Hey" Russ brought my mind back to the present. He handed me over a cup of coffee, yielding one in his other hand for his own consumption. 
   He sat on the chair at the other end of the room which faced mine, and overlooked the window. 
    "Hey. Thanks" I greeted. 
    "Do you think we would be safe here?" He asked, scraping through uncertainty as he stared at his fingers wrapping around the cup. 
    "It's New Jersey, Russ" I replied, failing to understand his concern. 
    "I Know…" he said with a sigh. "But these guys—" 
    "Are dead" I replied abruptly. 
    "Are they? I saw the man drive off in his car, well alive and breathing" 
    "Don't worry about it" I said, hoping that my word's would make any difference. 
    "Oh really? … " He raised his voice. "Men like this don't stop chasing someone like you until they put them down. We wouldn't have been in this mess if you listened to me, I told you—" 
    "You told me to keep out of trouble! Did I get into trouble or did trouble find me? You were there. They came out of the blue and attacked us!" I raised my voice in a jitter and calmed down myself. 
    "You should drink your coffee, it's getting cold" he said, taking a gulp from his cup, and I followed the pattern. 
    "How long are we staying here though? It's just a motel…" 
     "I don't know…" I said with a shrug. "Maybe as long as we can…" 
    "I have an idea. Why don't we buy a house here?" 
    "Buy a house?" I said with a chuckle. "What do you think we are doing here? A fucking cruise holiday or something?! We are on the run, Russ, on the run. And we are going to keep a low profile…" 
    "Yeah? Until when? This is your shit, you should be the one suffering it, not me too" 
   "Yeah…" the coffee started to taste good. "We are stuck in it together after all" 
    "They keep saying you have changed. I don't know what you did in the past and what you were capable of, but sometimes we don't just have to let out our demons, we have to be the devil, to survive" he stood up and used the door that connected to the staircase.
     Guess I haven't been the devil for a long time and I was going to die because of it. 
     I looked out through the window with a tight grasp on the coffee. The thought of being so soft and giving up on my game, the thought of my reputation, all the things I have done, to end up being on the run from someone I thought I killed a few years ago, someone I would crush! 
   They ran through my mind like a strong electric current, and I ended up crushing the ceramic cup in my hand into pieces. 
    "Oh my!" Some pieces might had sliced open a few veins and blood gushed out like a new stream had been opened. 
    I rushed to the bathroom and searched for bandages, before I could even find one, blood had stopped gushing, and my wound had completely healed. 
    "Wow" was all there was to say, even it though it was super weird and strange. I knew that something was happening to me after biting the wolf and tasting his blood. 
    "If I could heal...I can Fight…" I said with a smile. 
****
     Morning had come again, and the feeling and hope it brought was immeasurable.
    I started it off thinking about a plan, which was so simple even a bird would understand. “kill Pablo Don Pablo ” it sounded good just as much as it felt. 
    I only had one pistol and I needed more. Trouble wouldn't be available finding one, because I was going to undig my arsenal, I was going to get back in the game, I was going to attack like an assassin I was, or better still, take Logan's weapons. 
  I bet the Mafian Boss would have very dangerous weapons and a lot of firearms. 
     I took a deep breath and invited myself to a moment of silence, to feel the world as it was, the world around me and in me, my heart beat was steady and fearless and my mind was strong and unbothered.
      The morning sun set before me and flushed myself with a warm goodness, but I would rather call it blessing and luck, because it was yellow, and pure emitting so much energy which was like a food to my soul. 
    I heard footsteps approaching with so much furiousity. I opened my eyes to see Russ standing with an estranged look, so disappointed and about to talk like a father I never had. 
     "What now?" He asked curiously. 
    "I thought about what you said… sometimes we have to be the devil to survive. That's what I'm about to do now. To be the devil I once was, I just hope you don't Judge me after today, because this devil can't wait to wreck havoc, and taste some more blood!"
     "You're sounding like a monster Already…" he said in a low voice. The kind that's meant to make a difference or sound so meaningful.
    "I said that, but I didn't ask you to go after that man and practically get yourself killed. You don't have to do this" 
    "You just wait and see how much of a monster I can be!" I said, havouring an unexplainable rage, which radically steamed down at the mention of his name. 
    "What if he was here, what if Logan was here? Would it make any difference?" 
    I went dumb for a moment, my heart travelled down a few axis on love and pain's walls. But I shook it off. 
    "Logan, it's not here…" I drew the words with my lips. "I was fine on my own before he came anyways—" 
    "Were you?" He asked, wearing a certain look. Certain enough that I wasn't doing well on my own. 
    "Why the hell does men think that women need them?"
    "It's not so vague as it sounds. And it's not just about needing a man for the sake of it. The question is, can you push yourself to be the better version of yourself? You understand that being a better part of yourself has to do with many things, many things has to be in place, can you be your best friend—" 
    "Yes…" 
     "No, you can't. You will go insane trying to take in all your drama and all your mess…" 
    "So, a man can take in all the drama?" I asked with a chuckle. 
    "Not just any man, a best friend, a soul mate, the kind you found in Logan… " he opened the driver's door. 
    "What?—" 
   "I'm coming with you" 
    "No, you can—" 
   "And I'm driving" he jumped in and started the car. "Coming or not?"