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“Where have you all been, stupid?” the lady said, chuckling, seeing her brother and cousins with wounds and fresh blood on their faces and clothes, “You guys are a mess, not lucky enough to hunt your dinner?”

“Shut up, brat,” the man hissed and went to the sink to rinse the blood; it was not their victim’s blood, it was their blood; they almost died while fighting with the man. They stumbled while looking for their meal.

He stopped when he remembered something; the woman’s blood was both familiar and odd, it was so delicious that he wanted to drink until its last drop, but there was something strange with that.

Her eyes were different, and she could conceal her presence; the man didn’t know if it was unintentional.

Also, the man who saved her they have the same blood scent, but the smell of his blood is dominating as the woman. Are they related to each other?

“Wait,” the lady stopped and immediately went to her brother, who was cleaning himself, “What’s that smell? That was fu