“My forest,” Black Claw stood up on his hind legs and shook his muzzle, “my prey.

The werewolf tossed the dead mouse to Lester, who immediately ate it with gusto.

“My prey,” Rene croaked, filled with righteous anger, and stepped towards Felix, ripping off his torn sweatshirt.

“Darlings, step aside while papa teaches the manners of a tailless dog in fancy pants,” Black Claw purred and grinned at the guest.

Rene, driven by a flash of hatred for the vile werewolf, rushed towards him, clumsily waving his clawed and some very hairy hands. He would think about urgent hair removal and manicure later, but now he would tear off Felix's...