Chapter 17

I thought he’d be more curious about the man I killed. It did shock him, I could see it, but he said nothing. And for some reason, it bothered me that it didn’t bother him. It was almost like he just accepted it and moved on. Or worse still – justified it, like I’ve been justifying it for three years now.

I don’t even know why I told him. That thing I did had been lying heavy on my mind for a while now, but I always thought I’d take my guilt-ridden conscience to the grave. I guess not.

It was weird, walking through town, being greeted by all the wolves like we’re old friends. When I stumbled into this town, I had no idea there were so many wolves living here – I should have, because it’s not the first werewolf town I’ve come across, but I’ve never seen one with quite so many of them in one place.

He did say we have a large pack. The humans who live here must be so confused. I find the thought of humans living blissfully unaware next to werewolves very amusing