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From the shadows beneath the trees, I watched the humans scurrying around the property.
Back and forth.
Carrying things.
Cleaning.
Working.
Always working.
They reminded me of a colony of ants—small, insignificant creatures rushing around as though their meaningless tasks actually mattered.
Humans were tragic.
They worked themselves to exhaustion for the benefit of the werewolves who controlled them. And for what?
What did they receive in return?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
The only ones benefiting from all that effort were the wolves.
I smiled to myself.
Which brought me to an obvious question.
Why waste perfectly good human blood?
My friends and I were hungry.
Very hungry.
And there were plenty of humans here.
The only problem was getting to them.
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