I said with a quiver in my voice knowing deep well who’s blood it belonged to.
“Who’s blood is it.”asked Charles, already scared and frightened from the howling earlier that night.
“It’s Jacks.” I stated “I found him mangled up a few miles out from where we heard the howling. I knew he wanted to see a wolf but I never thought he’d be dumb enough to do it.”
“I knew it was a bad idea to come cam...