The man twitched in his sleep and moaned incoherent words as his mind fed him whatever images that were disconcerting him so much.
Brava stood over the chosen group of the previous night's raid. The people numbered 5 in total and they all had one thing in common; They had fought him even when they had no chance of winning. Their will to live was very strong and they feared no one, not even a giant werewolf like him.
Those who had given up the will to fight when he had caught them were now in his stomach. Their weakness not only had infuriated him, but it had also disgusted him and he had taken great pleasure in tearing their throats open. Such weaklings did not deserve to live.
