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-Are you really not a werewolf? -she purred sensuously.
He smiled, thinking he had her in his net.
-It was just a game, honey. I'm not a lycanthrope, I hope I didn't disappoint you....
He never finished the sentence. Sharp fangs dug into her throat as she held him tight.
Blood gurgled from the jugular vein, gushing out.
She swallowed greedily, quenching her merciless thirst.
He collapsed lifelessly, his last expression a mixture of terror and shock.
She licked the remnants of blood from his lips, licking with delight.
She may not have been a werewolf, but she was definitely not human.
The Predator had successfully hunted again.