“She’s dead!” Carl exclaimed, turning away from Van Helsing with a stricken face. It was true - Anna Valerious lay on her side, one hand outstretched, looking out with her lifeless eyes. Van Helsing, still in the form of a Werewolf, gently lifted the limp form to his chest, Anna’s head lolling back so that her chestnut curls brushed his knees.
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