WOLVIRE
The guest woman smiled, her eyes were warm and she caressed the baby gently, as if afraid of hurting the baby.
“What did she drink, Di?” asked the female guest.
Diana smiled. “While still in the womb, she made me drink blood and eat half-cooked meat,” she recalls, then chuckles. “But once she was born, she did not want it any more, even just to smell blood. She prefers milk.”
“Very human,” commented the male guest. “Considering she's a cross from both types of monsters.”
They all smiled amusedly.
“Wolvire,” Dio mentioned, making me surprised. “Our daughter is a wolvire.”
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