This was probably the worst day of his twenty-three years of existence.
Why is that when the Samhain is nearing, more b****y occurrences are unexpectedly happening? Was this a coincidence?
No. He once heard from a World War II veteran way back in England that nothing in this world is a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason.
And who the hell is the Blood Mistress? Is she a woman? Or a man hiding beneath the cloak of a woman? Either way, this person is wholly lunatic and psychotic.
‘I will mercilessly skin that b***h alive if ever I found out who she is!’
He was still staring at Henriz’ mangled body. If not for his werewolf eyesight, he couldn’t recognize his long-time male friend.
A red rose was put between Henriz’s teeth as seen in his decapitated head.
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