I opened my eyes, and the blurry image faded back into blackness. I felt nothing around me, but the questions keep going through my mind. What was that creature? Is this how death looks? Was this Lorenzo’s doing? Why do innocent werewolves have to die? I cannot calm these unsettling questions down. They are like pesky bees going round in circles, causing panic and anxiety in my mind.
I opened my eyes again with difficulty, and then the view became brighter. Issac's face, distorted by fear, appeared before my eyes. There were several deep lines in his forehead, his lips pressed together in a single line, and a look of consternation in his eyes. A strange sound reached my ears, only then did I realize it was a cough. I wanted to put my hands firmly on the ground and look at Madeline, but my
