Van Helsing - Miles And Miles ... [SAFE]

"It’s him," Van Helsing corrected, drawing a silver-edged kukri. "And he’s tired of running."

"Miles and miles," he muttered, his voice a gravelly rasp. "It’s always miles and miles." Van Helsing - Miles and Miles ...

"Is that... them?" Carl whispered, fumbling for a vial of holy water. "It’s him," Van Helsing corrected, drawing a silver-edged

As the sun dipped behind the peaks, bleeding a bruised purple across the sky, a howl ripped through the air. It wasn't the clean, sharp cry of a wolf. It was layered—a discordant chorus of a dozen voices trapped in one throat. " Van Helsing corrected