#Chapter 146: Gullible

Enzo As I began to walk toward the cabins, something sinister caught my eye. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks as I realized where the smell of blood had been coming from. I felt my heart sink when I saw it: a fresh blood trail. It was leading in the opposite direction of the cabins; had something happened to the group before they made it? I decided to follow the trail. It didn’t go far — ten, twenty yards at the most — and eventually ended behind a small grouping of trees. When I saw what laid at the end of the trail, however, I wished that I hadn’t. It was Tiffany. Her body was bloody and mangled. Something had cut through her neck; something sharp, like teeth. I could smell the musky scent of another male wolf all over her, and I instantly knew that it was no mere rogue who did this to her, but rather another werewolf. I fell to my knees. A guttural sound escaped my lips, something that I’d never heard come out of my own mouth before. Pure, unbridled grief. I