Asha
“What do you mean he’s not there? He was right there. I didn’t hear or see him leave.”
I explain to the boys as the police arrive. I can’t deny that there was only a heap of ripped clothes on the ground, but he was right-f*****g-there the last time I looked!
The boys are confident he was a wolf because they can smell it. They, also, say he likely shifted and ran. Apparently wolves can be very quiet when they want to be.
As soon as the police arrive, I give my statement for the police report. In a span of one month, I have given more police reports than I have in my entire life. The boys listen intently to my story as I describe the attack. They are particularly interested in how this guy looked because as soon as I finish up with the police, I get asked all kinds of questions.
