He laughed, “Back then it didn’t mean that.” And then there was sadness in his voice. “He was only two when I went to fight in the civil war.”
Was he trying to bond or show empathy? “Please don’t do whatever you are trying to do because right now you are just the man who offered to help Dave kill himself.”
“He was a suffering man. Death was an inviting relief.” He half yelled. “When I turned, I wanted to go home and bring my wife so that Ash could turn her too. And once our son was of age, he would turn too. We would be together forever. I would never have to face the risk of them dying.”
Confused, “But you told Ash you didn’t have a family.”
He arched his eyebrow at me. “What would you have said to a werewolf offering you eternal life, only if you were alone in the world?”
I nodded,
