Velax howls in delight as he lopes after Penchant, grinning an evil grin as he thinks of how he convinced even the mystical Seer that he was but an innocent villager.
Penchant runs as fast as he can, panting heavily. He runs through the village, trying desperately to reach the trees outside the village and potential safety. He looks over his shoulder and sees nothing there. No Perth, no werewolves. He slows down and stops next to a house at the edge of the village - the very house where the first victim was torn apart just two nights ago. The Seer looks around, but no one is there. Has he lost the bastards? A drop of liquid lands on his head and he automatically glances upward - to see a werewolf crouched on the roof of the house, slavering jaws dripping saliva. Penchant turns to run but the werewolf pounces, landing on his back and pinning him to the ground. Velax's fangs close around the Seer's neck and everything goes black...
