Werewolf hunting rules

What was worse than the cold winter night was that Donna realized for the first time her situation. What was worse than that was the realization that she was beginning to feel afraid of the relative next to her.

Barbara's abnormality finally made her realize how dangerous it was for herself to be mixed among this group of dark descendants.

She is a living piece of meat.

Barbara didn't tell her what happened, and Ian wasn't allowed to, but Donna was able to guess it.

The performance of Ian Lazarus also began to give her a true understanding of the nature of the curse. Until now, she still recalled the young and painful face and the tragic scene of asking others to kill her.

The transformation of a vampire must first turn a living person into a dead person.

Donna clasped her hands together and twisted her fingers, using the slight pain to divert her attention and prevent herself from showing uneasiness in front of her uncle. It is said that wolves can smell the smell of fear.

But she can't.

The body is still shaking.

"Do you regret it?"

Clayton grabbed the cross and tilted his head to look at her. Under the light of the girl's lantern, the eyes of the same color as hers were shining brightly. There was no emotion in the pupils, like the eyes of a wild beast.

Donna looked at him in shock.

"What?"

Clayton turned his head and continued to look at the road with a calm voice: "Do you regret leaving Batnu to see me now?"

Donna was silent and did not answer immediately. She needed some time to think.

She couldn't come up with a clear answer for the time being. She did regret it, but she also felt a happiness that she had never had in the past during this month. She wanted to answer truthfully that she had regrets, but some strange feeling blocked her throat, preventing her from speaking out.

And every second of silence, she was afraid that her uncle would be sad because of her hesitation, but she couldn't help but think that if the other party was already sad, then it wouldn't matter if she told the truth.

Out of this ambivalence, her silence became more and more prolonged.

On the street at night, several unsuspecting hunter patrols walked towards them with lights and greeted them. Clayton responded with a smile, and then they passed by.

The girl stared at the backs of the hunters, guessing that they were completely unaware of the inner nature of the person they were greeting.

And she herself was like this not long ago.

The essence of Darkin is no longer a natural creature. Curse has become an irreplaceable part of their life. It is an essentially evil existence. However, she has been blinded by the appearance because of friendship and ignored this. This is an extremely serious mistake.

But she still doesn't want to change the state of getting along with the other person, even if it goes against Braccola's teachings.

In fact, she had broken the commandments several times for the other party. She should not have mentioned Bracola, nor should she have allowed Clara to continue to live, but she still did it in order to win her uncle's understanding and trust.

I didn't want to keep my uncle waiting, but I also didn't want to face this problem head on. Donna spoke with difficulty: "I thought you just had a loss of taste."

"snort--"

Clayton made a suppressed sound from his nose, and then it gradually boiled up and turned into laughter like a steam boiler operating on a train. His tall back also bent slightly and trembled non-stop.

"Witch. Ha. I think werewolves are just people who have lost their sense of taste. Hahahahahahaha."

He kept his voice down and laughed in the street, and Donna's fear dissipated and she became embarrassed.

"I'm not stupid! I was just negligent. Can you stop laughing?" After shrinking her hands and looking around, she made sure that no one was looking here, so she reached out and patted Clayton on the back.

If the werewolf hadn't been acting civilized in front of him, she wouldn't have forgotten the existence of the curse.

Clayton stopped laughing slightly and raised his right hand, but did not look back: "Yes, I have been neglecting it for several weeks. You are not as brave as when we first met. How dare you shout '' to an elder you have never met. Brother', but now he's starting to be afraid of his own 'brother'."

"I just can't get over it" Donna hung her head in frustration.

Having said that, she did not feel scared anymore;

Creighton looks at least ten years younger now that he's lost his beard, and when he smiles he really looks like her "dude"—if she ever had one, that's what he is.

Her uncle slowly shook his head: "There is no fear that cannot be overcome. As long as I still have reason, I will not hurt my relatives. And even curses have rules. I can only lose control of myself in some situations."

"Extreme hunger will make me feel unhappy, and if someone makes me unhappy, it will also cause me to feel unbearable hunger, and if he dares to turn his back to me, it will be harder for me to control myself. Powerful The flesh and smell of living things will make me unable to control my appetite, the full moon will force the curse in my body to activate, and being in a forest environment will make me desire to transform even more. In areas where direct sunlight is not available, the extreme pain will also make me want to transform. I forcefully transformed."

The girl frowned, unable to believe there were so many taboos.

These things were not written in Bracola's Monster Manual, and the academy's omnipotent image collapsed in her heart.

Clayton didn't wait for her to speak, so he comforted: "Don't worry, in general, as long as no one takes the initiative to mess with me, I will be fine. In the few months in the city, I have always lived peacefully with other people, and A little bit of pain won't hurt, otherwise my dentist would be dead right now. But he's still alive and well, and he still has to run an hour every morning to go to work at the clinic in St. Mellon Parish."

Donna burst out laughing.

Knowing that he had never eaten anyone and was not angry about the fear she had shown before, she was relieved and asked another interested person.

"What about Barbara?"

Clayton frowned: "That's my fault. I won't let her be so close to you again."

That vampire really couldn't control his habits.

Vampires are cursed people, and the type of curse on them is one that even other dark descendants are unwilling to describe as "blessed." If werewolves are beasts that coexist with curses, then vampires are all made of curses, even their souls. They are also distorted and assimilated, so they accept their "nature" more quickly.

At this point, Donna should have understood what he meant.

Donna looked at her toes, trying to regain the courage she had finally found in exchange for a chance to speak.

She did understand things that Clayton didn't mention directly, but she also remembered how serious Barbara was in seeking knowledge and learning calligraphy in front of her, and how she risked her life to save her life.

Even if the other party has bad records, she can't let go of these memories easily. After all, Barbara has never treated her badly.

"No. I guess I just need to get used to it," she said with difficulty.

Clayton looked back and understood what decision she had made: "If you are happy, I won't stop you, but you know you have to be careful, and don't tell your mother about this." He used Stress emphasizes the last sentence.

"Of course." The girl raised her hand and swore solemnly: "If she knew that I stayed voluntarily, she would definitely want me to look good."

They reached an agreement on their attitude towards guarding against Cuitis. Clayton had never felt that Donna was his relative like this at this moment. He nodded with satisfaction: "By the way, you can tell me now, where is your mother? You don't have to hide this from me."

Donna looked a little embarrassed.

"She really went to school, that's what she told me herself."

"Just no address?"

"No, she doesn't seem to want me to find her, but there is no one at home, so she asked me to come to you."

This abnormal phenomenon made Clayton suddenly sensitive:

"Then does she know you go to school in Bracola?"

Donna shook her head: "She didn't know the name, but she knew that I had the talent of a wizard, and that someone was secretly teaching me magic, so she asked me to leave the grammar school."

"If she refuses to let you know, and even takes the risk of letting you come to see me alone, then she has probably returned to the church and been reborn." Clayton made a judgment almost without thinking, and then smiled naturally. “We are so blessed to have a priesthood as a family.”

Donna denied it again, but to his first point.

"No, mother asked Uncle Polly to send it to me, but I got rid of him."

Clayton stopped suddenly and turned to look at her.

"Why are you taking such a useless risk?"

Donna scratched the back of her left hand uncomfortably, and the lantern swayed back and forth, as if the light was about to go out at any moment: "He is pursuing mom, but I don't like him, and I can't stand him appearing next to me."

Clayton immediately walked to a position alongside her, put his arm on her shoulder and continued walking forward.

"Then what does your mother think of him?" he asked eagerly.

Although she had never been in love, Donna could clearly feel that there was no jealousy in her uncle's tone, but pure curiosity and something similar to gloating.

"She didn't say no," Donna said.

Clayton was obviously surprised by this situation: "Huh? But I remember that Polly had a lot of pockmarks on his face."

The girl added: "There are still a lot of warts now, it's really disgusting."

Clayton couldn't help but think about what would make this narcissist make such a big change. At first, this woman felt that no one in the world was worthy of her appearance, until Wu Lun appeared, and she was only a normal person in front of Wu Lun. How could someone like her be willing to marry an ugly person?

Has she been cured?

This question was rejected by Clayton the moment it popped up.

That woman is more nostalgic than him, and she doesn't think she has a problem. If something bad happens to her, then the problem can only be with the world.

Can Cuitis compromise, unless it is for Donna?

"Did you encounter any problems in your life in Batnu?" he asked, his voice getting colder.

Donna's breathing slowed, and she felt a gust of cold wind, the embodiment of fear, blowing down her spine and making her shiver again.

"My mother said that land rents have dropped again because more and more people are going to the city and no one wants to stay in Batnu to farm."