Kerris POV
"You want me to help you kill your wolf."
"Not my wolf," Zach replies defensively. "A curse living inside me. A demon that kills people when he shows his face."
"So the other night… those incredible fangs and the iron claws..."
"Yes, that was him. Have you ever seen a werewolf like that?"
I shake my head, "No."
"That's because he's not like us. He's… the devil. You won't be harming my wolf when you help me get rid of him.”
Despite his tale and everything he's saying, I can't bring myself to accept that the ‘beast’ is evil and deserves to die. Why should I? He didn't harm me even though I’ve been alone with him twice. Maybe I feel this way because of my own desperation for a wolf. Here's someone who has two and wishes to rid himself of one.
“Everyone around me is in const
