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Chapter 20

“Let’s go for a walk,” I mentioned to Tarous casually.

After our fight I had a new respect for Tarous. He would one day become a powerful warrior and there was nothing in all the dimensions that was more respected by monsters than strength. To show Tarous that he was appreciated I decided to take him for a walk around the city. Some fresh air would do him good.

Monsters pointed and stared at us as we left the castle. Tarous seemed to be caught off guard. In the castle he was invisible, but outside everyone was watching him. A few were drooling at him as well.

Tarous pointed out that our society was primitive and we didn’t have anything like computers or video games. I pointed out that eating people was one of our favorite hobbies. He stopped pointing out how primitive our society was after that.

Eventually it grew tiresome having to deal with people staring or vendors trying to sell me something. My clothes were far finer than the average monster and they all wanted to take advantage of my wealth. I knew a shortcut and turned down an alley I had used several times before. Today, that was a mistake on my part.

In that particular dirty alleyway several shadows detached themselves from the wall and began to surround us. Each was easily seven foot tall and bulging with muscles. Tarous stopped beside me, already tense and on guard.

“Great, more werewolves,” I muttered to myself. I was getting rather tired of werewolves. I truly think the monster gene pool would be better if werewolves were removed from it.

There were seven, no, eight of them. It wasn’t unusual for others of high society to hire thugs to kill members of rival families. None of them had weapons, apparently they preferred claws.

I guessed that between George’s defeat and the discovery of the new feeding grounds, the Rask family was growing in power a little too quickly and had upset another noble family. I decided that I was going to send a message back to all the other noble families. I rarely get angry. I’m actually a rather nice person. Unfortunately, others mistake my kindness for weakness.

“Whatever they are paying you, I will double the amount,” I said as the creatures drew closer. It was an empty offer, I was just buying time.

“No deal. This is only half about the money. Getting to kill the son of a Lord is worth a lot to us,” said one of the larger werewolves in the group. Most of them had brown, black, or silver fur. This one had gold colored fur.

I made sure to make a mental note of that, golden fur meant he had a purer bloodline than the rest. A noble family among werewolves. I would soon take care of that family and remove their bloodline from the gene pool.

“Mutts,” I murmured. The thugs could hear me clearly with their impressive hearing. They did not appreciate being called such an offensive term.

“Muscle for hire with little brains, werewolves,” I told Tarous. “One of the lowest forms of monsters.” Werewolves are a mixed breed of monsters and humans. Often times with more human blood than monster blood. There are almost no remaining werewolves of pure blood. Most could manage to turn into wolves, some could barely manage to do more than grow hairier. Those with purer blood often had silver fur and the most pure of bloodlines sometimes even had golden fur. Those were far stronger than the average werewolf.

There had been talk in the past that if more humans couldn’t be found then the next step would be to start eating werewolves. A few of the youngest and oldest werewolves, too weak to defend themselves, had already mysteriously disappeared.

“We will show you who the real monsters are!” yelled one of the werewolves as he completed his transformation and charged.

I exploded into a black liquid. It was a halfway point of my transformation, like how a werewolf can change into a human or a wolf, but with enough control they can stop halfway. That in-between form is actually their strongest form.

A thick strand of the black liquid shot at each werewolf. The tip of each strand was harder than steal and sharper than any sword. Each werewolf died in seconds as their hearts were pierced simultaneously. This was another of the many powers of a Rask. Even the golden furred wolf died when I stabbed him through his heart. A strong werewolf is still a werewolf no matter the color of its fur.

I reformed into my human form. Tarous relaxed his guard and looked thoughtful.

“Trash like you never even stood a chance,” I told the dead bodies. I took the golden furred werewolf’s head as a trophy. I really enjoy collecting trophies.

I continued to show Tarous the city. It wasn’t all that impressive. The city really was primitive compared to human standards. What really seemed to interest Tarous the most were the creatures living in it. Every monster from every fairytale or story existed