"She's already dead," Adam muttered, reaching out to examine her wound. He lifted her arm to check the lividity, then deduced, "She's been dead for about ten hours. The fatal injury is the bite on her neck, caused by a ruptured artery and excessive bleeding."
"Was it a wolf bite?"
"Not sure. The bite is extremely large," Adam replied, showing me the wound. The massive bite was wider than his thumb. "A normal wolf's teeth wouldn't be that big."
I suppressed my unease, walked over, and bent down to inspect the wound on her neck. "But in my dream, I clearly saw her head being bitten off by that wolf."
But here, Maggie's head was intact—she had only been bitten through the neck.
"Maybe your dream was exaggerated by fear or stress?" Adam suggested, standing up. "Since we've found the body,
