Good Loot

Lion moves carefully to avoid drawing the werewolf’s attention until he’s close. She’s distracted, so he gets closer than I would have expected.

When she finally turns to look at him, Lion attacks… or more like, he strikes like a literal lion. He grabs her crossbody bag and yanks it with such force that it rips from her body as he dashes off so quickly that he’s literally across the street in the blink of an eye, with the woman behind him, just as fast.

“Nice. That’s what they deserve,” some guy walking past me says, his friends nod in agreement. They have stopped walking to watch as Lion disappears like a big cat-thief, “The guy was fast.”

“And brave,” adds another.

Too fast and too brave. That’s why he dares to steal from those magical beings, I guess. Maybe he’s a former athlete.

I sigh and nervously wait a few more minutes. The woman never returns, and neither does Lion. I get up and move to a different spot just to avoid looking too suspicious. But I’m a little scared.

I walk u