Chapter 20
Jane Farrar
The raw meat had set off part of the werewolf in Farrar. It had taken about three hours for it to kick in, but when it did, she couldn't control it. The hunger was eating away at her, telling her to eat or be eaten. And she had no choice but to cave in to her temptations. She allowed the werewolf to take over completely. That was where her memory fadded her.
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Truth be told, the werewolf part of her had forced Farrar to claim another person. A middle-aged gentelman. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, and was plump around the waist. He had no family, and was a commoner. He was of no importance to anyone.
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Farrar bolted upright in her bed. She was the same way as before, naked, sweating, blood in her mouth and all over her face.
Farrar found that she was panting slightly. What a horrible nightmare. She thought to herself. It was a nightmare, right? Of course it was. What else could it be? Farrar pushed the silly thought out of her mind and went to take a shower.
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By the time she was out of the shower, fully dressed, and ready for her day, the hunger was back, stronger then ever. A knock at the door. "What do you want?" Farrar's paitence was thin. She wasn't going to deal with any shit.
"Ma'am, another citizen has been murdered. Last night, if looks are anything to go by. Same way as Button."
Farrar opened the door to her room. "What? Are you sure?"
"Yes."
My dream, Farrar thought to herself. She shook the thought out of her mind. A mere coincidence. She told herself. "Send down my best wolves and djinn. I have something else to attend to."
"Which is?"
"Play detective." She answered as she pushed past her secretary. She left the house quickly.
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I know that's a short chapter, but it's 1 AM. No time for details. Besides, I need to get the story moving. 'Silly'. I HATE THAT WORD!