Chapter 8 Primer

The faint lights of the train station could already be seen ahead, but the edge of the park next to the "Dawn" factory was still dark and chilly.The ice on the snow surface creaked and creaked.The whistle of a locomotive in the distance, the indistinguishable announcement from the radio station, and the creak of feet—that was all a casual intruder could hear at such a moment. garden. But no one has been intruded here late at night for a long time—even in the evening.Not even dog lovers who love to walk around with big, mighty, sharp-toothed bulldogs. For not even the Bulldogs could do anything against the accidents that befell the oak woods that had bred these forty years in the darkness of the night.

The lone passer-by with a large backpack slung over his shoulder was obviously catching a train, so he decided to go straight through, through the park, along creaky and sometimes gritty paths.Xing'er looked at the warrior in surprise.The round moon cast a soft light through the bare broken branches, like a small bottle of "lawyer" yellow mead.The eerie outlines of the moonlit ocean turned out to be nothing but shadows of people's fears. When the passer-by was about 30 meters away from the tree at the end, he noticed a certain pair of eyes watching him.Someone was staring at him in the bushes that ran along the path--rows of skeletons in the bushes at this season.Over there, amidst the overgrown vegetation, there seemed to be a dark mass that wasn't even a thing--someone, for the dark mass was alive.At least - can move.

All that was heard was a dull whoosh, not a howl at all, but a low, gruff cry—that was all that accompanied the sudden attack.A row of teeth—a dense row of teeth gleamed in the moonlight. The moon is ready for new blood, new victims. But the attacker suddenly froze unexpectedly, as if hitting an invisible obstacle for a moment, and then let out a ridiculous scream and fell to the ground with a plop. The passerby paused for a moment. "What are you doing, idiot?" he whispered to the attacker. "Should I call the Night's Watch?" The black mass under the passerby's feet let out a complaining nagging sound of grievance.

"Fortunate for you, I'm catching the train..." The passer-by straightened his bag on his shoulders, "I'm getting impatient, the other attacks the other..." He walked the last few meters in the park with strides. Without looking back, he hurried to the train station. The assailant crawled off the path and under a tree, where he completed his transformation into a completely naked young man in his twenties.Tall, broad-shouldered guy.The ice under his bare feet creaked shyly. "Damn it!" He breathed out lightly, and then shrank back from the cold, "Who could this be?"

He was hungry and fierce, but this strange and unsuccessful attack dampened all interest in his hunt.He was terrified, even though he had been convinced only a few minutes before that it could only be that other people were afraid of him—a shapeshifter out to hunt, a shapeshifter out to drink people up and hunt.It was unlicensed hunting—and that was why the adventure and the sense of his own prowess thrilled him. Two things poured cold water on this hunter.First, the promise of the Night's Watch - he didn't have a permit after all.Second, he is incapable of recognizing the success of the attack in others like himself.

Not so long ago, neither the Shapeshifter nor anyone else he knew would have told him it was impossible. And so the shapeshifter sprinted in naked human form across the overgrown field to where he had left his clothes.Now that he wanted to find some casual prey in the park at night, he would probably have to go into confinement, wait for the arbitration of the night watchman patrol team, and have to hide for a while.Maybe hide from your own people. The only hope is that of the solitary walker who dares to cross the park in the dead of night, who does not know if he is the other, or just pretends to be the other, and is really catching a train.Hope he catches the train and leaves the city.And that meant it was impossible for him to report to the Night's Watch patrol.

Others are also good at looking forward to.