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Jamal POV

I returned to the shore to see the woman sitting and examining the beast. She gave me a puzzled look.

“Where did you come from?” she asked.

“My pet wolf ran to me alerting me of danger,” I casually said.

“Well, aren’t you a bad master leaving your pet wolf to deal with this thing alone?”

“That thing knocked me unconscious that’s why I could not help him,” I lied.

“Alright let’s go then. Where is your pet wolf?”

“I just buried it.”

“Poor thing.” She gave a little sob.

We walked back to the boat and made our way back to the city.

“What is that thing?” I asked.

“I’m supposed to be asking you. You are the one stuck on that island with it.” She gave me a puzzled accusing look. “And a pet wolf.”

“Well a different fisherman dropped me there and ran off,” I lied again.

“Is it Bob? He’s the coward around here”

“How did you see the beast?”

“I was out fishing one day and I saw it shoot out of the sewer and I thought ‘What the hell?’ so I went after it but I lost it.”

“Why didn’t you ca