Re: Hunting Werewolves
One hand clutching and the wound in her side, the Bride slowly approached the fallen man, pistol still at the ready.
"If the God men worship does exist, may he forgive you for all you have done under your curse," she said, slipping into her native German.
She pulled the trigger on her pistol, pointing the gun at his head, but only a clicking sound answered her. Empty.
She paused and began to reload.
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