There was a werewolf in the area. Lewi could smell him. He narrowed his eyes as he walked and followed the stincking scent that invaded his nose and made him want to gag. He hated werewolves. They had killed his one and only true love because she was a vampire, his sire. And he had sworn revenge. If he didn't get killed in the process. But he wasn't going to go down swinging.