MARTIN'S POV
When Carl left the house, I took a shower. The hot water was falling on my recent scars. I didn't know it could hurt so much. It seemed that the scarring was more cosmetic than real, as it hurt like an open wound. I struggled not to grunt in pain and endured the heat of the water until the bath was over. Finally, I was clean.
I kept thinking about what Carl had said, about wanting the same thing as the wolf, but how could I live with that when I felt that my wolf only wanted violence? I was not going to become violent because of my wolf. Not only that, but I wanted to be stronger than him. I thought about how I would have reacted if Carl was not my friend if I would have hurt him harder if he was a real enemy. The answer was unknown. On the way back, Carl explained some thin
