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A S T O R Y T E L LING G A ME

OF S A V A G E F UR Y

W EREWOLF CREATED BY M ARK R EIN •H AGEN

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Fresh Meat

Four people who weren’t human stood in a circle in a brick cellar buried

deep in the heart of the city. They congregated around a stone bowl,

inlaid with mother of pearl and resting on a wrought-iron stand, from

which the only light in the room emanated. Crystal-clear water stood

in the bowl, and blue ﬂame danced on the water’s surface, painting

the four people’s faces in odd, unnatural light. Each person

dipped a ﬁnger into the water

and touched a drop of it to his

or her forehead before the

eldest among them spoke.

Prologue:

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“He might be ready,” that one said. “They’re getting closer and paying him more

mind. If he’s ready, we need to be ready too.”

“So get on with it,” the man across the ﬂame from the eldest said,

standing with his hands stuﬀed into his jacket pockets.

“Give us what we need.”

“That’s what we’re here for,” the eldest

growled. He looked to the auburn-haired woman

standing at his left — a striking creature in the

clothes of a nightclub predator. “Knife.”

The woman held up and clicked open a switchblade,

and the eldest took it. He held the blade in the blue

ﬂame for a moment, inspected its edge, then opened his mouth wide. In one quick draw,

he sliced a shallow line across his tongue and then pressed the ﬂat of the blade into the

blood that welled up from the cut. He then handed it to the auburn-haired woman. Her

nostrils ﬂared over the blood as she took the knife, and she touched her tongue to the

crimson ﬂuid before passing it over to the next person in the circle. In moments, all four

people had done the same, and the eldest among them held the knife again. He wiped the

blade on the cuﬀ of his denim jacket before folding the knife closed and handing it back to

its owner.

“Now you know what I know,” he said, looking the other three in the eye one by one.

“Let’s go.”

• • •

I should get out of here, Mark thought, staring out the subway window into the rolling

darkness. The rhythmic rocking of the empty car had lulled him into a half-doze, and that

sort of state usually pulled back the curtain on how unhappy he’d become living in the city.

He had nothing speciﬁc to complain about — secure job, decent dating prospects, never

been mugged — but still, he was far from home, had no true close friends, and things had

gotten strange lately. He scratched idly at the bandage wrapped around his right hand

from where something in the park had spooked his dog, charged him and taken a chunk

out of him before running oﬀ. Doctor had said he didn’t have rabies or any other sort of

infection, but it was still a damn weird, random thing to happen in a city park. And he’d

been seeing… things before and since then. Things that made him wonder if maybe this

life was a dream from which he needed to wake up. Things he didn’t like to think about.

When the subway ﬁnally ground to a halt, Mark got up and headed for the door, only

to ﬁnd a woman standing in his way outside. She seemed just as surprised as he was, but

her nostrils ﬂared and a light seemed to go on behind her eyes. The woman smiled at him,

and Mark couldn’t help but smile back. He also couldn’t help but glance down at her,

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