Hank’s POV
“Sure; although I don’t know why you’d want to.” I began unwrapping the bandage, keeping my gaze level with Ben’s as I unwrapped it. Little did he know that I had transformed my index into a sharp claw; slowly cutting my skin as I went. “Did anything seem odd about the wolves then?” I questioned, wanting to keep Paul Junior talking.
“Well, we’ve found something odd while taking a gander at them. And, well.. We wanted to know… Why do you have silver bullets?” He questioned me, making me pause as I was unwrapping.
“That?! Oh, yah! It’s the darnedest story you’d probably ever hear. While back I had found a cabin in the middle of nowhere in a snowstorm with a bear right on my tail. I was getting low on bullets and only had my mold and gunpowder left. I ransacked the cabin, mind y
