Aaron’s world turned into a buzz of madness and a sheet of crimson rage. He considered letting Stalker Three go, but his lupus growled in anger, “He’s here hunting me! He wanted to kill me! He killed Kyle and Sally. They didn’t fucking deserve to have their fucking heads fucking cut off.” He turned his lupus loose, and it was over with one snap of his jaw—the wet crunch of Stalker Three’s neck vibrated through Aaron’s teeth and into his skull.

A momentary rush of pleasure short-circuited his brain as he licked the blood off his lips and snout. It was much stronger than when he tasted that deer’s and pig’s blood. He experimented wit...

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