Soon our ball will be. A ball of evil spirits. Of course, the human species was obliged to treat us with gratitude for allowing us to live a whole year. Of course, I participated.
When I received my gift, my claws came out of my fingers.
It was a man. A living person, just over twenty years old, he came to me, smiling in confusion, anxiously seeing my anger on my face and not understanding what could have caused it.
... the person's hands were empty.
I'm a werewolf. Where is my meat?!
I was insulted. I do not need a sacrificing victim?! I'm a werewolf, which means a hunter. I can catch the victim myself.
This is an insult to my teeth and claws.
And then the man came closer, bent down, and, turning his head on his side, offered a throat.
My displeasure took off like a hand.
Apparently, in the papers there was a mess of confusion, and I received a dish of some kind of lady-vampire.
I examined my offer and decided that, on the whole, everything was not so bad. The man was neatly built (pitching is not in my taste), short hair, nice face, and ..
yet there was something wrong with his face.
I realized: he screwed up his eyes.
All the time. Apparently, he wore glasses. Of course, the gift for evil must have been perfect, and in glasses it was not released to the ball.
Maybe this was the source of confusion.
No man in his right mind and voluntarily offered himself to a werewolf.
Slaves that belong to vampires have at least a phantom hope for a prosperous existence with a regular involuntary blood donation.
Werewolves eat meat.
Everything is so simple.