Prowl Page #4

I guess it was just a matter of time

before we roped in one of our own.

I knew something was strange

when I saw what you'd done

to the side of the truck.

And then when I saw you running.

No human can move like that.

You like your steaks rare?

Maybe raw?

But the older you get,

the worse the food tastes.

Perhaps you recoil

at the sight of blood.

That's denial of what you truly are.

What am I?

You're one of us.

But you killed all my friends.

I'm sorry.

But that was your old life.

It's time to begin a new one.

These are the strays.

The ones I found over the years.

They're just like you.

They're your new friends.

Come down, little one.

You're home now.

- Are you... Are you my...

- No.

I'm not your mother.

But, yes.

Do you understand?

Birth amongst our kind

is a violent process.

It almost always involves death,

mother or child.

That's why so many orphans.

Whoever your true mother was,

she was one of us.

I lost a child

in birth a long time ago.

And I've spent every day

since then seeking out my kind,

taking them in,

and helping them to be who they are.

I just never expected

to find one this way.

It's been a rough night for you.

Here's what you've been missing.

Is that better?

Better.

It's nothing. An appetizer.

Now, for the meal.

Susie!

It's best not to name them.

You'll understand why.

You'll understand everything

once you sink your teeth in.

Hold on.

Come on, come on. Come on.

Run.

Come on. Come on.

Let her go.

She'll be back.

I'll be right back, okay?

I'm going to be right back.

Amber!

Get off me!

Get off her! Get off!

It's all right.

It's going to be all right.

We made it.

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