With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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Stumbling for a second, William resisted the urge to cradle his aching head and quickly struck the vampire on the gut before it could step away from his range.


Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, with a frightening show of speed and strength, the Cyclopes and the werewolf wrestled and slammed against each other violently, causing everything around them to rattle and break–that is, until the werewolf suddenly opened his maw and clamped down hard on the Cyclopes' meaty shoulder before brutally tearing the skin out in a macabre display of blood, spit and flesh flying around them.


Then his thick claws buried deep into the Cyclopes skin before slicing through the Cyclopes chest down to its abdomen.


William and the vampire instantly paused in their own fight at the Cyclopes loud, gurgled screams, both stunned in horror as they simultaneously turned their heads and watched just in time the werewolf literally tear the squirming Cyclopes alive in a messy half.


Chapter 24: An Unlikely Ally (part 2)