To be honest, Selene thought the man in front of her, who looked human, was very strange.
"Is he a werewolf? Or a mutant?"
Selene was full of doubts. If the man in front of her was a werewolf, then his scent was indistinguishable from a human's—in fact, it was much more fragrant than an ordinary human's, or perhaps it simply seemed more appetizing.
If he was a mutant, the bursts of savage, beastlike fury that radiated from him now and then made him seem like a werewolf.
And judging by the way he looked as if he'd discovered her movements long ago, this man's combat abilities were probably greater than hers.
She wasn't joking. As a high-ranking vampire who had lived for more than six hundred years, Selene possessed not only a vast wealth of life experience and extraordinary physical abilities, but also combat instincts and experience far beyond those of other vampires. In that regard, even quite a few vampires older than her couldn't compare.
Should she capture this man? Or kill him?
Selene surveyed her surroundings and hesitated.
Although vampires hadn't fallen as far as the werewolves, they were no longer as glorious as they'd once been. Over the past century or so, humanity's strength had grown faster and faster. Vampires feared sunlight, and against humanity's enormous numbers and increasingly destructive military weapons, all they could do was disguise themselves as the very humans they had always scorned and survive with utmost caution.
Because of this, even the act of turning someone into a vampire was restricted by an exceptionally strict set of rules. Anyone who recruited new members without following the rules would pay with their life!
And given Selene's current position, she could naturally learn about many things that most vampires couldn't. For example, S.H.I.E.L.D.,