CHAPTER 47Hunger. Hunger burned in the killer once more. He had fed, and yet was not satisfied. He could never be sated — not as long as there were humans to kill.
He licked his lips in anticipation of the hunt tonight. It would be grand. Tonight he would finish the job he had started over a month ago. The girl would die, and with her Tagura’s only chance would die, too.
Monkey blood was sweet to his tastes. Tagura was beginning to break. Soon, he would have what he wanted…
Kira felt sick to her stomach as she shimmied into her clothes and exited the café through the back door. A glance back showed her that Jim had handcuffed the other werewolf and was reading him his rights. She wanted to throw up. She had killed a man. What’s more, she had ripped his throat right out. Jim hadn’t handc
