She is a dark shadow in the night moved by the pressure from the moon.
Even she does not exactly what she is.
But, she relishes the mission imprinted in the DNA of her mystery.
Tonight, under the glow of another full moon, she is on the hunt.
She just found her prey.
Within the space of a few minutes from now, she will rip her prey apart.
But first, she will use her body as... BAIT!
BAIT (AN EXCERPT)
Claxton Taylor sits alone in a back corner booth of "The Two Moon Bar".
As usual, he is hunched over a ‘whiskey on the rocks’ staring into the swirling liquid between determined sips.
The alcohol helps to smooth the ache in the knuckles of both of his hands.
He has already wiped away the blood from his skin.