26
We all took a few steps back. I stared at the thing. It was definitely a wolf, but it was a broken one. We watched in shock as it wheezed incessantly and trembled all over. I felt distressed just looking at it.
“You can tell,” said Ariadne, “by the eyes. Those are the eyes of a werewolf. Here, come and take a look—but don’t get too close.”
We inched toward the werewolf’s head and craned our necks to get a glimpse of its eyes. I knew straight away that those eyes were not the eyes of any regular animal. They were big, bright, and yellow, with veins of red shooting through them. What really unsettled me, though, was how much they resembled human eyes in their shape. Altogether they looked very strange on the face of a canine animal. The werewolf looked up at us with those intelligent h
