Arthur's POV.
The ride back home was very painful. My body ached from the deep gash carved into my forehead, and every bump on the road sent a sharp throb radiating through my skull.
Charles sat across from me, his face pale, his eyes darting toward my wound like it might start speaking.
“What the fuck was that man?” Charles finally said. “It was too fast and way too strong.”
“I have no idea what that thing was?” I said, breathing heavily. “That's a witch town, I shouldn't expect less, it might be some failed experiment.”
“You’re sure it wasn’t a wolf?” he asked, finally locking eyes with me.
I shook my head. “It wasn’t. He moved too fast, and his strength…it was like fighting a shadow with claws.”
Charles leaned back, exhaling heavily. “Wow, I don't know what to say.”
I stared out the window at the dark trees rushing past. “Say nothing,” I snapped, unable to bear the embarrassment of being beaten up by an unknown person.
When we arrived, Amelia was already waiting in the hallway.“
