There was only one arrow left on Wayne's crossbow. She had three wounds on her body, oozing blood. She spent the night hunting the beast that had once been human. Now the beast threw her to the ground and was about to bite her head off her shoulder.

Things went more smoothly than expected.

The transformed beast drips slime from its mouth and screams eager to kill. Wayne looked around the darkness through his night vision goggles and saw that there were no weapons nearby and no place to hide. She deliberately followed the beast to the open meadow so that it could not use Demacia's alder wood as a cover, but this decision also left her completely exposed to the monster.

That's good. After all, if the killing is hasty, then there's no fun.

The beast grabbed Wayne by the shoulders and lifted her up. Its large jaws were wide open, revealing rows of hacksaw-like teeth. Even if its big mouth couldn't bite her, the rancid breath it breathed from its mouth would be enough to kill Wayne.

Vayne's mind raced through choices. She could try to dodge the beast's bite, but that would be a stopgap measure at best. She could have kicked the beast's ridiculously many teeth, and then tried to shoot the last arrow into its high protruding forehead, but she wasn't sure her arrow would hit its target between the jungle-like fangs. Or, she could try something fast, violent, or even a little silly.

Wayne chose the latter.

She put her whole arm into the beast's open mouth. Razor-like fangs cut through the arms and joints. But Wayne smiled—the beast's life was already in her hands. She felt the beast's jaws close, about to bite off her arm. Wayne didn't give it that chance.

Wayne twisted his arm and thrust the crossbow deep into the beast's mouth full of slime, until the silver axle of the last arrow was pointed straight at the beast's palate. With a flick of her wrist, the arrow tore through the beast's skull and plunged into its head.

The beast's screaming stopped abruptly, just as suddenly as it began to howl. Its body went limp and fell to the grass. Wayne crawled out from under its carcass, trying to pull her arm out of the beast's skull while avoiding another cut. But she found that her fist was stuck in the beast's head.

She could try to pull her hand out of the shapeshifter's fanged mouth—but perhaps lose a finger or two at the same time—or she could poke her arm a little deeper, and punch through the beast's skull, ripping open its jaws like breaking a wishbone.

As usual, Wayne chose the latter.

The trouble isn't killing that damn thing. The trouble is to bring that thing back to his bride.

Well, now it's a widow.

Widow Selena is surprisingly pretty. In the dark room, the campfire reflected in her hair, reflecting the brilliance of the sun. The deep wound on her face, coupled with the tears rolling down, did not detract from her beauty in the slightest.

Wayne placed the body at the woman's feet as carefully as she could. The body was completely deformed, and the tattered flesh was covered in wounds, some of which were self-inflicted, some of which were not. It was more like a pile of limbs and flesh than a man.

"He walked ...... Is it fast? The widow sobbed.

Not very quickly. Wayne tracked the ugly thing to its lair—in the woods outside of East German Massia. She managed to interrupt its metamorphosis - its eyes began to proliferate, enlarge, and its mouth turned into a large jaw. Its left arm had grown into a razor-sharp chelate - it looked angry.

Wayne shook off the slimy brain in her hand, which had been glued to when she shattered its skull.

"Hmm." Wayne replied.

"Oh, my love." Selena said, kneeling down and hugging the body that was no longer human, and said, "How could such a tragedy happen! ”

Wayne also knelt beside the couple. Selena held the man's mutilated head and clung to her chest, unconcerned that the blood stained her dress.

"Some people have turned themselves into beasts. But some people don't do it willingly. Wayne said.

She held the corpse's swollen hand and examined it nonchalantly. "He should be the second case."

Selena's eyes widened, her eyes full of anger.

"You're saying someone made him like this? Who is it? Why ......"

She threw herself on the man's corpse and wept bitterly, unable to utter a word.

"Sometimes, the animals – or shapeshifters – want to have companions. Sometimes it's just cruel nature. They attack others, either out of anger or because they are not clear-headed. I've also seen some guys and they're just boring. They think it's funny," Wayne said, patting the woman on the head, "but there's still a ...... They are hungry. ”

The widow looked up at Wayne and sobbed.

"I don't ...... I don't understand......"

Wayne smiled pitifully at the woman.

"They want to eat people, but sometimes their prey runs away. In the process, the phages of those beasts may infect their prey. In this way, normal people will also be deformed. ”

The widow stared at Wayne. Wayne's hand gently ripped her hair away from her tear-filled eyes, and the crossbow on her wrist clanged.

"The last beast I killed told me that if the prey loves it, it tastes better. That's a deliciously juicy texture – when the prey blushes. If you add the atmosphere of the honeymoon, you can't imagine whether the taste is good? Wayne pondered.

The widow cried no more. Her eyes grew cold.

"He really loves you, you know." Wayne said.

The widow tried to stand up, but Wayne grabbed her by the hair and pulled it tightly.

"He must have been surprised when you bit him. People always do unexpected things when they are afraid. Moreover, being betrayed by a loved one must be the most frightening thing. ”

With a flick of her wrist, Wayne pulled the trigger of her crossbow.

"So, who made you shapeshift?"

The woman glared back at Vane in disgust, her eyes darkening and turning crimson.

"No one," her voice said like a knife scraping against a stone. "I was born like this."

Wayne smiled.

"How do you know?" The widow asked, her hand slowly sliding behind her back.

"The bite mark is on the front of the neck, not on the back. And he didn't have any other wounds on his body. I knew it must have been done by someone he trusted. Come on, try it. ”

The widow was stunned.

"Try what?"

"The freshly conjured claw behind you. Cut me, and let's see if you can cut off my hand before I can give you an arrow to your head. Wayne said.

The chelate behind the widow shrank back, and she was depressed. That's the end of the game.

"Why?" She asked.

"What, why?" Wayne asked rhetorically, expressionless.

"Why didn't you just walk in and kill me? Why do you have to do such a set...... Play? ”

Wayne grinned, cunning with disgust.

"Because I'm going to make sure I'm right. And because I want you to taste his panic and fear too. But mainly, ......".

Wayne's wrist tightened. With a crackle of metal, a six-inch silver arrow stabbed into the witch's head. The widow's eyes rolled and she collapsed to the ground like a sack of stones.

"It's because it's fun."