Howard Dunkley

He sat on the grass, rested the carcass on his lap and bit into its soft underbelly, spilling its rank contents onto his freshly pressed shirt and slacks.

Eche, eche, AB32, CD54, EF76, Amanda thought as she kissed Steven. At any moment, she would either kill or transform him.

Matthew licked the fright induced sweat from his victim__ temple then bit a quarter sized piece of flesh from her right cheek as she flayed wildly under him.