Chapter 33

“Could take weeks,” he mused aloud, “Months maybe?”

“But I will become a werewolf.”

“Yes.”

I nodded my head soberly, realizing it was a fate that I could not escape.

“Pure folly,” I uttered under my breath. “Coming here.”

“I wouldn’t have met you,” he began, but decided to drop the subject once I gave him a troubling look.

“What if I just drop off the edge of this cliff and end it now?”

“I tried to kill myself.” He felt my gaze on his profile but chose to not look in my direction. “The first victim was terrible, but after a while you just become numb. It’s the coldness, the icy feeling you get when you see families cry over their dead loved ones and not feel anything because deep down inside you know that you did it, and there is nothing you could have done to stop it.”

“Like how you feel about Ashley?” I suggested.