Werewolf Hunter
Her hair looks greasy, but her eyes are sanguine, like snakes.
“Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She then pointed to the chairs beside the black table.
The entire cabin looks neat, but all the things inside are too dark, making it look dim and creepy. Both of us sat down and waited for her to talk. She was holding a golden cup that brought light into the cabin.
“So, a sanguis.” Alarick nodded, but I dropped my mouth with what she said.
“She knows stuff,” Alarick whispered.
“I wanted to know how I became like this. I was born and raised -”
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