The Phantom Butcher (Shadow Crawlers Book 1)
She sighed and lay down on the makeshift bed she had made with dry leaves and old rags, waiting patiently for the dusk.
Her eyes drooped, and she fell into a deep slumber dreaming about Asher and red roses.
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Asher let out an inhuman growl in frustration. Last night, another human was murdered right outside his territory. There was too much blood, some even seeping through the thin, white sheet that covered the victim’s body. The familiar metallic tang in the air made his gums ache, and at the same time, scrunch his nose.
The human detective Ace Jackson approached him with a grim face. “Looks like the same MO,” he said.