Chapter 10 - The Hunt

A special occasion was about to take place in complete wilderness. Except for a wooden cottage, there was nothing around. The trees and bushes were so dense that light barely penetrated them. That’s why it was perfect for a hunt - no human eyes could witness the atrocities committed by the werewolves.

Of course, no electricity was available in the cottage, so only yellowish candles dispersed the darkness inside. Male faces emerged one next to another with some glasses by their mouth filled with champagne, wine and different drinks. Smirks, sly smiles and loud conversations echoed with excited looks - an omen of something exceptional.

The most prominent werewolves from Dervel’s pack gathered for fun to indulge their basic instincts and play the game of a predator and its prey. Because hunting for wild animals stopped being attractive for them long ago, Dervel came up with something else. The aim was to add some spices into the fun and reward the most trusted members of his pack.

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