Chapter 10: Turner

How could it be? how could he still be alive? I remembered seeing his lifeless body lying on the floor of his living room, covered in blood. He's supposed to be dead.

Turner was attired in a white linen shirt with short sleeves accompanied by long khaki pants. His blonde shaggy hair rested stylishly on his face. He looked as if he had never been attacked by a werewolf. I examined his body searching for any bruised or marks I could somehow see. I saw none.

Turner made his way to the front of the crowd. He was immediately surrounded by a group of werewolf protectors and hunters with arrows aimed at him.

I moved my hand from Bazaar petrified.

"I'm not a werewolf," said Turner as a single hand reached into his pocket.

"Move again and you'll be killed," warned one of the protectors.

"Be calm, I'm just searching for wolfbanes to show you I'm not one of those disgusting creatures," said Turner.

"Shut up," the protector again warned him.

"Let him show us," Bazaar walked to the end of the stag