Chapter 4 AdrianAnton is too late. He arrives just before the first rays of sunshine start to appear in the distance. He throws me his last lunch without even looking at me. He has obviously been relentless in his pursuit of the poor man who falls into my arms, as soft as a disarticulated puppet. There’s never been such a lack of restraint with humans in normal times. I carry out my duty in silence, without even feeling sorry for the fate of the poor human, while he is already walking away, and I hurry up to throw the dead body in a pit provided for that purpose. Unlike the popular legend that says we devour humans like cannibals. It’s not quite true, this rarely happens. But, after all Lycanthropes are wolves. We prefer to hunt game. So, we simply tear the dead to pieces to prevent their
