Chapter 85

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say.

There was practically nothing left of Ned. Long bones with scraps of tissue clinging to them were scattered around the site, as if Ned’s body had decided to take off in every direction at once. Josh put his hand over his mouth, grateful that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten a full meal.

“What are you sorry for?” Gavin snapped. “It’s not like you killed Ned. Tell me this isn’t how werewolves kill. Tell me it was some other creature of darkness.”

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t a kill for food.” Gavin pointed at a thigh bone three feet to his left, then to what looked like a foot still in Ned’s boot ten feet to his right. “Most of this is from scavenging. There are bones scattered over a five yard radius like he was torn apart. This kind of disarticulation takes months, not days.”