“Can I see him?”
“I don’t know if you want to.”
“I have to,” Boy insisted.
“Okay,” he conceded leading him to where they kept the bodies.
Boy looked down as his friend’s mangled body and realized Reynold had been right. The wolves didn’t seem to want to feed off of him. They just killed him and left him for dead. In fact, it was almost like a group of them had bitten into his shoulder and had dragged him to where they had found him. That would be impossible, of course. But, it didn’t matter. Will was dead because he wasn’t there for him.
Boy was supposed to join him that night and he hadn’t. If Boy was out there, he knew he could have protected Will. Will was certainly the gentler one between the two. Boy had long promised to always do what he could to keep Will safe. He had loved Wil
