Chapter 288: It’s Been Years Since I Last Beat Dogs

Anselm frowned. "Are you sure?" he asked, his bow in hand.

The moon was up. A full moon. The other hunters were all gazing at Blacky, excited.

"I'm sure," Blacky said, his eyes blood-red. "I've been after them for decades. The scent is strong. They are definitely in that restaurant."

"We don't have much time. We can't let them slip away this time," Anselm said with a cruel smile. He had already notched an arrow to his longbow. "Time to hunt."

The other hunters grabbed the longbows on their horses, smiling cruelly. The moon seemed to have painted the clouds red.

The air around them was thick with bloody fog. Black hairs sprouted from their arms, claws and fangs protruded, and their eyes were blood-red. They fanned out and moved quietly towards the restaurant.