The werewolf's huge soles stepped on the girl's waist and hips, and half on the ground, almost breaking her body into two pieces. The girl's eyes quickly lost their spirits and her neck was weakly placed. ∮

The strong werewolf bent down, raised the prey he had received, and then bit the girl's neck in one bite.

With a click, the werewolf rested on his teeth.

The poor people of Ice and Fire were so thin that they were all bones left, making Jamie the first werewolf to die because of human bones.

This is certainly impossible.

Even if the girl had almost no flesh on her body, the human bones would not cause any burden to the werewolf. Jamie exerted force with warm and fishy fangs, and with a crisp break, the girl's neck was bitten into two pieces.

But indeed, its teeth are a little sore.

The thin girl was almost skinny and had no extra meat on her neck. Jamie snatched her mouth and the bones in her mouth made him feel uncomfortable, and it lacked nutrition. The girl's bones were still very loose, as if they were a piece of salt chicken.

So Jamie shook the headless corpse in her hand in dissatisfaction. The plush claws easily tear open the girl's body, as if cutting butter effortlessly, and a large stream of blood poured out from the broken corner of the girl's neck, like a blooming scarlet firework.

The werewolf's huge mouth bites the girl's body. In places where there are more meat, large pieces of minced meat and warm internal organs are thrown everywhere. The werewolf under the full moon attacked humans not for food. Under the cruel and bloodthirsty instinct, all he wanted was jokes, abuse and killing.

For example, a photo of Picasso and Van Gogh's oil paintings. Colorful internal organs and smooth minced meat mixed with plasma were applied everywhere. Dark-like human salads were sprayed on the walls of the wooden house. Just as Jamie's hideous and sharp wolf face was buried in the girl's heart, her mother screamed.

The scream alarmed Jamie, and it suddenly stopped moving, raised its head from the girl's fragmented guts, and turned its fluffy wolf head to the girl's mother, staring at her with dark yellow vertical pupils.

The scream of the mistress of the wooden house stopped abruptly, as if she was pinching her throat by something. She retreated in panic. But she fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Lush and rich black hair, yellow pupils with bloodthirsty light in the dark, sharp fangs with white air and fishy smell, ferocious face like a wolf and sharp limbs, this monster that broke into the rainy night was like a god of death from hell, roaring in despair.

The thin woman fell to the ground and tucked on the platform. The half-body poked out of the roof and the thatched man lost his balance without support. He shook for a moment and fell off the platform.

The rain poured in from the hole in the roof. It made him look all over his head and face, and a flash of lightning flashed through the black night sky outside, as if the gods were warning.

He stood up murmurly, and before he could even start cursing, he heard a low roar from the wooden house. The roar sounded rumbled, as if it was coming from the throat of some giant beast, and could hear it clearly even on this heavy rainy night.

A sudden feeling of hair standing upside down appeared behind the man. Before he could turn around, the thin woman on the ground was inexplicably gushing out a force from somewhere and suddenly pulled him aside.

I don't know how the woman's almost skinny body did it. The man fell to the ground and raised his head. Before he could make other moves, a huge black shadow broke into his vision.

The black shadow moved slowly. It was a monster more than two meters tall, covered in hair, looking like a wolf walking upright. It approached the thin woman step by step, and then grabbed her neck with one hand and picked her up.

The man kept watching blankly, his mouth grew up without any movement, as if he was scared. It was not until the thin woman's screams sounded that he wanted to be awakened, and he hurriedly got up in a hurry.

The monster grabbed his wife's neck, and the thin woman's body kept shaking and twitching. The male owner of the wooden house grabbed the hunting knife at the head of the bed like crazy, and then rushed towards Jamie fiercely.

Amid the screams of the thin woman resounding throughout the wooden house, the man's hunting knife penetrated Jamie's chest hard.

Jamie was stunned for a moment, as if she was a little unsteady. He raised the thin woman's right claw and slowly lowered it. He shook it for a while. The thin woman fell to the ground. Then, in the expectant eyes of the two people, Jamie grabbed the man's neck again and then slowly lifted him up.

The hostess began to scream, and the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. The hunting knife was slowly pulled out of her chest and fell onto the wooden floor with a bang.

Two plush claws climbed up to the man's chest, his figure was lifted in the air, and a small shadow kept shaking on the wall, a dull puff sounded, and the wall was splashed with blood.

Soon, the hostess' screams stopped.

...

Screams echoed one after another in the quiet village on the edge of the forest, but in the rugged and secretly passing through the hotel wooden house next to the forest path, although it looked shaky, as if shrouded in black shadows, no screams came.

Because Arya knew that screaming could not save herself, and it might bring death to herself.

So she didn't make a sound, and she didn't even dare to move, for fear that the monster-like Jamie would return, but she seemed to have forgotten a little. If Jamie really knew that she was hiding here, the darkness and the ruins would not be able to block her.

Arya seemed to know that she had caused trouble. Although she didn't know what happened to Jamie, the vampire and the little girl's precocious vigilance found that Jamie's power seemed to be far higher than usual, and it was not very good to lose her mind.

However, Arya usually causes too many troubles and doesn't care about this. Her father never scolds her, and her brother is very spoiled to her, only her mother is more strict.

The figures of the family appeared in Arya's mind one by one, and then turned into scenes of killing. They collapsed under the swords and arrows, beheaded, died, and disappeared.

Arya's eyes turned blood red, and her pointed little fangs sparred from her mouth, which was a little cute with her round face.

However, a sound of footsteps suddenly appeared outside the cellar. Arya quickly calmed down, and at this time, Carol's familiar voice came from outside, "Alia, are you inside?"
Chapter completed!