The Lycans of Osborne (2)

A Skill that could affect other supernatural and otherworldly creatures–beyond this realm and such?

"Argh!" A rancid pain went through my entire chest as his claws dug deep into me, burning and seizing a hold of me as the werewolf looked at me with triumph in his eyes and then continued to wear me down with several other more attacks while I was slowing down.

Each time I tried to heal myself, an incredible amount of pain seized my being and made the accelerated healing factor I have to come to a crawl for some reason.

It didn't make any sense.

A story flashed through my head of a betrayer selling his master for thirty silver coins, of silver being a pure element that harmed the impure–and so it was strange for me to be in so much pain.

Or were Vampires truly impure creatures?

Without any idea on how to dabble in such philosophical questions without leaving myself way open for the werewolf's attacks, I dodged and kept my distance.