The Accidental Werewolf
He just takes off his shirt, as he always does, and presses it to the bleeding wound.
When I look up at him, I can see his wolf, trying to claw his way to the surface. I touch his cheek, the same way I touched Kenneth’s, and the pain of seeing him flinch at my touch hurts far more than the deep scratches on my chest. He’s afraid of me, and why wouldn’t he be? Apparently, I have the power to rip his wolf from his body.
“Tomorrow, after the execution, the three of us are taking a road trip,” Cameron says, his tone of voice leaving zero room for argument. “Your parents have answers, and I plan on finding them.”
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