I didn't see Edmund again for a few days after that, and I heard from Chester that he was out again, not knowing what to do. And back in the house where I grew up, I dreamed a lot more often.
It was still that experience that I least wanted to recall, being chased and killed. The pain of being helpless because of my weakness tormented me all the time. This time, however, that werewolf's face seemed to become a little clearer.
But the overall feeling he gave me was still hazy, making it impossible for me to grasp the most central point of memory. If I encountered him again, I might have an impression, but if I was simply asked to draw him out, I couldn't do it.
What on earth should I do? When on earth would I catch the rogue that killed my parents? The werewolf's face was fading in my mi
