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"Hmm, I told my pack to check you turf," said Erika, crossing her arms as she opened her eyes, she spent a few seconds with them closed.
"Y-Your pack?" Frank wondered.
"My pack of werewolves," Erika said, tilting her head. "What? You didn't know I had one? We're a big team. We go hunting at night sometimes."
"Hunting?!" Frank wondered. "Wait, you don't…!"
"We hunt criminals, yakuza, rapists, anything," Erika shrugged. "Most of the time we also clean the streets from monsters if they show up."
"Oh…" Frank sighed in relief.
"What did you think we killed innocent people?! The Amaterasu Clan wouldn't even let us live here if we did…" Erika laughed a bit. "Dad's fine with that because he also just manages a huge farm, so we always got fresh wagyu meat every day to satiate our hunger."
"T-That's nice," nodded Frank with relief. "And thanks for that Erika… I, uh, didn't knew you cared for me…"
