CHAPTER FIVEThursday night…
The sun set and darkness blossomed like a daisy in the summer. It was 8:30 PM and the wolves were out in the night hunting, looking for something to quench their thirst. And what best to hydrate them than blood? Halfway down the street was a little Mexican food stand that prohibited you to dine outside. It was well lit and had chairs sitting at tables that had large umbrellas standing out of them to keep the customers shaded from the hot sun. Customers were coming to and from the establishment with greasy brown paper bags. Unbeknownst them, hidden within the recesses of the darkness were the wolves and they couldn’t wait for a drink.
“Is that him?” Anton asked as he commanded the van down the residential block.
“Yeah, that’s his b***h-ass,” Fear confirmed, lo
