Il rushed to the side door with an angry monster, and with a jerk, with a roar of hatred and a metallic gnash, opened it. Felix wiped the blood from his cheek, and the stooping, furry bitch ripped the seatbelt with a crack and dragged the man out onto the road.

"Run," Il angrily kicked the groaning Felix. “I want to have wolf meat for dinner tonight.”

With a loud wet groan, the man was thrown onto the cracked asphalt.

“Run, motherfucker,” Il croaked through her teeth.

“If you want to eat me, then eat me, you vile freak.” Felix rolled onto his back, wiping his bloody saliva from his...