Wicked lover
Even in her human form, the she-wolf was terrifyingly strong.
The path Valentine carved gave Alfred and the others a chance to push through. They rushed after her, but no matter how hard they fought, there were simply too many enemies.
For every ghoul that fell, another took its place. Limbs reconstructed. Holes reformedand shut. Within minutes, the creatures regenerated—unless the head was taken clean off. Only the decapitated stayed down, turning the fight into a grinding struggle.
“Take out their heads!” Valentine shouted. It was the only way. She’d read about ghouls,but she’d never heard of them gathering in swarms—or moving like one mind.