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Chapter 13: The Rabbits and the Wolf, and the First Day as a Dracoviam Fighter

-The nature of humans and animals is not very different-

-unknown-

Midnight brought with it a thick fog, which, combined with the fresh snow, formed a white curtain that made it impossible to see beyond the tip of the nose.

In Royal Woods City, as usual, a group of suspicious people got into a truck. Inside, there were three men who had a table inside the car with a picture of a group of people on it.

Among them is the one who looks like the leader. A six-foot-tall man with a beard and ponytail was talking to his henchman.

"Okay, here's the plan. We'll be waiting for them at the cemetery. They meet there every Friday and Saturday. There are seven in total. Four of them are boys. They don't matter. The important thing here is the three girls in the group. One is seventeen, one is fifteen, and one is twelve. I've already spoken to the buyer, and he'll pay us a hundred thousand each. Three hundred thousand for the three of us"

"That's great, boss. Who would have thought that this city that just appeared on the map would have so many good goods?"

"Hey boss, can we do 'quality checks' before selling them?"

"Of course not, you idiot! The buyer wants her to be a virgin. If we touch them, he will find out and kill us. Think with your head on your shoulders for once in your life, you idiot."

"Unfortunately, she looked to me like a goth with a big ass."

While the men were planning to kidnap them, hiding in the fog and snow, someone chased the truck.

The men were drinking from a bottle of anise liqueur to get rid of the cold when they suddenly felt the car move as if something had shaken it.

"What the hell?" One of the men said this as he wiped the wine off his clothes.

"I don't know, Boss. I'll go and see." One of the lackeys went out to check the cause of that tremor.

At first glance, there was nothing, but suddenly he saw the cause of the tremor. "What the hell is this?"

"Hey, what's the problem?" His partner got out of the truck to see what his friend had discovered. The fog was so thick that they had to bend over to see that the right rear tire had three punctures. "What the hell?"

"Hey, you idiots, how much time do you take?" the leader asked.

"Someone put a hole in the back wheel, boss."

"What?"

"But that's strange; these don't look like holes." The man saw that they were long. "They look like they were made with a machete."

The man jumped back when the back of the truck was fully lowered.

"And now this?" The partner went to see what happened on the other side, only to discover the same holes in the other wheel. "What is happening here?"

"You idiots, what the hell are you doing there? It's shaking the whole damn truck."

"I don't know, Boss, it seems." Suddenly, something grabs the man by the leg and drags him into the fog. It was so fast that he didn't have time to scream.

"Mike!"

"What happened?."

"Something took Mike."

"What?! Who was it? Did you see him?"

"No, I didn't see; there's a lot of fog."

The criminal was about to enter the truck when he was pulled by his coat and carried into the fog. This time he heard a scream, which was interrupted by the sound of flesh being torn and bones breaking.

The leader locked himself in the truck. He pulled out his weapon, trembling. The truck had lowered further, and he heard something on the roof scratching the sheet.

"Damn it! What do you want? Die! go to hell!" The man shot at the ceiling until he ran out of bullets. Once the weapon was unloaded, he took a steel plate that was on the ground to use as a knife. He slowly opened the door, expecting to see a body on the floor, but he saw nothing. He sighed in relief, but that changed to horror when he saw two large yellow eyes in the fog. He quickly prepared to close the door, but what was hiding behind the white cloak had already managed to get into the truck. The last thing heard were the screams of the man being torn apart alive, followed by a howl that pierced the night.

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It was five thirty in the morning. Lincoln slowly began to open his eyes. The good thing about sleeping downstairs was that you were very close to the heater, so he didn't need to sleep too warm. The albino boy tried to get up but couldn't move his arm, which was strange, as his sleeping bag could fit three people, so he couldn't be trapped inside, but when he felt his surroundings, he found that he wasn't stuck, but his arm was trapped underneath. Something—it was Lynn who fell asleep cuddling him, wearing only one shirt and her underwear, using her brother's arm as a pillow. Lincoln recalled that at night, like every night, Lynn came downstairs to "give love" to her brother. Lincoln tried to pull his arm from under Lynn's head, but Lynn hugged him like a stuffed animal, holding on to him with her arms and legs.