Jäwell was looking at his prey while Rahir was on the other side. The group of men who adventured in the forest to hunt what was terrifying the other soldiers was only counting six men in arms, but Jäwell already spotted two of them trembling out of fear.
That was about to be extremely pleasant for him. Jäwell walked in the shadows, unspotted, he almost felt as if he had forgotten he was human again. The creature of the night in him was lurking at his next meal, the feeling of blood in his mouth tempting him. It had been a long time since he had hunted humans in such a way, and he wanted to savor each moment of it.
