Werewolves were vampires’ worst enemy.
The Scheng general snarled at me and spittle dripped down his soaked muzzle. I circled him slowly, noting the corpses at my feet so I wouldn’t trip, as he watched my every move with eyes glowing blue. The wisps of moonlight dancing around his body were like unpredictable flames, though they didn’t burn. He would be formidable.
Living in Fantasy
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