Lupercus talked freely with Judas because he thought Sugar had fully mutated and was beyond understanding anything except bestial things.
To hunt, to prowl, and to tear at human flesh.
But he was wrong.
She understood every word.
She watched both of them, listened, learned. Yes, she already knew that Lupercus was a devil in a priest’s collar, a god gone mad, but now she knew something else.
He was mortal.
Her mind went back to the night of Cristo’s death, when she had bellowed at the moon, at whatever and whomever was responsible for her misery. He had heard her and come. Not to hear her pleas or release her from her torment, but to draw her even deeper into his evil, twisted moon-games.
By the time she had learned who he was, she was under his power and could do nothing but obey hi
