The heat

The house was quiet until Leander arrived an hour later after I woke up. I killed the time in the library, going through books and learning about the history of werewolves until he came. The conversation with Gwen lasted for only a few minutes. I didn't question her any longer once she had told me that he hadn't hurt her, not once in the past year. He wasn't lying. He had it under control-at least for himself. "How are the injured wolves?" I asked him as he came inside the library and greeted me. "They are better. The wounds heal up quick." "And the ones that died?" "I paid respects to their families." He answered, lowering his gaze and curling his arms behind his back. There were a couple of deaths from last night. I wasn't sure how many but a few warriors were ripped by the monster and killed before Leander could kill him. He only acted when the monster had attacked me and if he hadn't, he wouldn't have killed him. I closed the book I had been reading and set it aside on the table. S