Asher
I jumped onto stacks of wood and lunged for another beam beside him. He was a werewolf. He shouldn't be able to die that easily. I was right. He was still breathing but it was faint and shallow.
The wooden beam had gone straight through his heart. He should be dead, but his werewolf abilities were still fighting back. They didn't stand a chance though. I knew that, but I had to help him somehow. I had to try. The beam I was balanced on creaked under my weight as I tried to stretch out to reach him. I thought about pulling him off but I didn't know if that was going to make him bleed to death or if his healing abilities would be fast enough to compensate.
“Don't bother.” the words were very faint and if I were only human, I might not have heard them. They came from the old man, tee
