What could he be?
Several possibilities came to mind, and Riley's brain was doing its best to sort through them before it inevitably gave up halfway.
There wasn't exactly a shortage of beings dependent on blood. In fact, there were so many that one could only wonder why they weren't running around the streets like it was a buffet.
Then again, with other beings that couldn't be treated as prey, it would have been counterproductive for them to be so out in the open.
Imagine suddenly biting a dragon in their human form. Wouldn't that end well?
Therefore, if someone had to pick a favorite prey, the answer would be obvious.
Humans.
Soft, fragile, conveniently replenishing humans.
Riley exhaled through his nose, feeling an itch of dread crawl down his spine.
So what now?
