She needed to find something tonight, hopefully something alive that walked on two legs, or she’d be in the agony of starvation by dawn. Already she felt it gnawing at her sanity.Options. Top choice was to grab a neighbor, but Jaq’s brother was keeping a close eye on her. She could occasionally hear him nearby, catching a whiff of werewolf in the air. The wiser alternative was to waste precious energy losing the werewolf and head down to that bar. But would that other werewolf from the afternoon be there? Would she have enough strength left to defend herself against one or more of them? It would be difficult to poach a human customer right from under their noses and not get caught, especially with no fangs. No, that bar was almost as risky as snatching one of the neighbors.But how to get far enough away without a vehicle and without the energy to run a long distance? She could hardly take a bus to and from her hunt. At the thought of it, a laugh escaped her. The number nineteen into town, then back again, covered in blood from her messy dining experience.There had to be someplace besides that bar down the road.
