Love that Kills
His claws were still extended as he died… Well, I guessed he would no longer need them.
Glancing at the beast in front of me, I leaned over the corpse, grabbed the dead arm, and ripped one of his claws. It was all-blooded and absolutely gross, and I felt sick even holding it, but it was the only weapon I could use…
The beast lurched at me, presenting its filled-with-teeth jaws. I forced myself to stay focused, fixing my eyes on its neck—my target. The claw I held was three inches long, and I seriously hoped it would be enough to cut through the beast's thick flesh. I could feel the ground shake as the wolf launched, extending its deadly front paws. Before the wolf could react, I bent and sli
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