You scream in pain as the hunters chain you to a pole in the freezing cold of winter and start cutting into your flesh with silver. Which burns vampires just like it hurts werewolves. They laugh and spit on you in disgust so focused on thier fun that they don't hear the growling of wolves until it is too late and they are attacked. The biggest wolf shifts back into a man and kneels down in the bloody snow next to you and the dead witches. "Mate..." you hear him whisper before you faint.
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