The werewolf's huge feet were half on the girl's waist and hips, and half on the ground, almost breaking her body in two, and the girl's eyes quickly lost their lustre, and her neck shrugged down weakly.

The strong werewolf bent down, lifted the prey in his hand, and bit the girl on the neck.

With a click, the werewolf rested his teeth.

The pauper of Ice and Fire was so thin that only bones remained, making Jamie the first werewolf to die from resting on a human bone.

This is of course impossible.

Even if there was almost no flesh on the girl's body, and the human bones would not cause any burden on the werewolf, Jamie's warm and fishy fangs were forced, and with a crisp break, the girl's neck was bitten in two.

But it's true that its teeth are a little sore.

The thin girl is almost covered with skin and bones, and there is no extra meat even on her neck, Jamie clicks down, and the mouth full of bones makes him very uncomfortable, and lacks nutrition, and the girl's bones are still very loose, it seems to be a piece of salted crispy chicken.

So Jamie shook the headless corpse in his hand dissatisfied, and the fluffy claws easily tore through the girl's body, as effortlessly as slicing butter, and large strands of blood gushed out from the broken part of the girl's neck, like a blooming scarlet firework.

The werewolf's huge mouth gnawed on the girl's body, and where there was more meat, large chunks? Ground meat and steaming entrails were tossed everywhere, and the werewolf under the full moon did not attack humans for food, but with a cruel and bloodthirsty instinct, all he wanted was banter, torture and killing.

For example, Picasso and Van Gogh took a group photo. Colorful offal and greasy minced flesh mixed with blood plasma smeared everywhere. A dark human salad is sprayed on the walls of the wooden house. As Jamie's hideous, slender wolf face buries itself in the girl's heart, her mother lets out a scream.

The scream startled Jamie, who abruptly stopped moving, looked up from the girl's bits and pieces, and turned the fluffy wolf head towards the girl's mother, its dark yellow vertical pupils staring at her.

The screams of the mistress of the cabin stopped abruptly, as if she had been choked by something, and she retreated in a panic. But he fell to the ground all at once.

With its lush and rich black hair, yellow pupils glowing bloodthirsty in the dark, sharp fangs that exude white gas and a fishy stench, a wolf-like hideous complexion and sharp limbs, this monster that broke in on a rainy night was like a grim reaper from hell, exuding a desperate roar.

The thin woman sat down on the floor, stuck on the platform, and the man who was half leaning out of the thatched roof of the roof lost his balance and shook a little, and fell off the platform.

Rainwater poured in through the holes in the roof. Spraying his head and face, a blazing lightning streaked across the black night sky outside. It's like the gods are giving a warning.

He stood up muttering, and before he could curse, he heard a low roar from the cabin, which sounded grunting, like it came from the throat of some great beast, and could be heard clearly even in this pouring night.

A feeling of hair standing on the man's back suddenly appeared, and before he could turn around, the thin woman on the ground suddenly pulled him aside from nowhere.

I don't know how the woman's almost skinny, thin body did it, the man fell to the ground, he raised his head, and before he could make any other movements, a huge black shadow broke into his field of vision.

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

The man kept staring blankly, and when he grew up, his mouth did not move at all, as if he was stunned, until the screams of the thin woman sounded, and he wanted to be awakened, and hurriedly got up.

The monster grabbed his wife by the neck, the thin woman's body shook and twitched, and the man of the cabin grabbed the hunting knife at the head of the bed as if he was crazy, and then pounced on Jamie.

Amid the thin woman's screams that resounded throughout the cabin, the man's hunting knife slammed into Jamie's chest.

Jamie froze for a moment, seemingly a little unsteady on his feet, he lifted the thin woman's right paw and slowly hung down, shook it, the thin woman fell to the ground, and 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 loudly, and the rain outside became heavier and heavier, and the hunting knife was slowly pulled out of her chest, and fell to the wooden floor with a clatter.

Two furry claws climbed up the man's chest, and his figure was held up in mid-air, small shadows swaying on the walls, and there was a dull thud, and the walls were splattered with blood.

Soon, the screams of the hostess also stopped......

Screams rang out in the silent village at the edge of the forest, but no screams could be heard from the inn hut that walked through the rugged and secluded path through the forest, as if it were shrouded in black shadows.

Because Arya knows that screaming can't save her, and she may also bring death to herself.

So she didn't make a sound, and didn't even dare to move, for fear that the monstrous Jamie would come back, but she seemed to have forgotten a little that if Jamie really knew that she was hiding here, the darkness and ruins would not be able to hide her.

Arya also seems to know that she is in trouble, and although she does not know what happened to Jamie, the vampire and the little girl's precocious alertness find that Jamie's strength seems to be much higher than usual, and the loss of his mind is not good.

But Arya usually gets into a lot of trouble, and she doesn't care about this, her father never scolds herself, and her brother is also very doting on her, only her mother is stricter.

One by one, the figures of the family came to Arya's mind, and then turned into a scene of slaughter, they collapsed under the sword and arrows, decapitated, died, and disappeared.

Arya's eyes turned blood-red, and small sharp fangs poked out of her mouth, which matched her round face with something cute.

However, a sound of footsteps suddenly appeared outside the cellar, and Arya quickly reined in her voice, and at this time, Carlo's familiar voice came from outside, "Arya, are you inside?" ”

It was only then that Arya's heart breathed a sigh of relief. (To be continued......) R1292