Hary swallowed; he was getting weaker. The wolfsbane was in his spine now. He couldn’t move anymore.
“Pretty good. This is nice,” Hary smiled, “I needed a little rest.”
Raymond’s eyes darkened, and he chuckled.
“Yea?” he said. “You’ve done so much for me over the past few months.”
Raymond hunched down onto his heels, where he could sit eye to eye with Hary as he spoke.
“You tried to steal my mate, made me look like a fool, acted like you were better than me– you’re not.”
He tilted his head to the side as though he saw Hary for the first time.
“This is a good way for you to die,” he said, “alone, helpless, slow.”
Raymond stood back up.
“No one will miss you.”
Hary was thirsty. He was tired.
“Natalie will miss me,” Hary smiled.
Raymond turned around with a snarl. He grabbed
