They gathered. Even Marcus Cahill was shaken up by what he had just seen in the woods a while ago. Something ate up the corpse of that little boy. Marcus couldn't imagine what creature could have perpetuated the horror.
Rule sat on the living room couch with his head down inside his palms. He had been silent all evening, but it wasn't just because he had been the one that discovered the body. There was something else troubling his soul.
"We all saw it. At least I know I did. There was a wolf in our reach, and boom! The body shows up. I can swear on mother's life that it's them."
Meanwhile, Marcus paced slowly. He was thinking hard about their unfinished hunt. Something was not right somewhere. As a child, he hunted werewolves with his parents under every full moon. He knew their MO, and it was definitely not this. Eating a corpse felt familiar to him, like an act some rogue demon would do, not a wolf.
