[Bailey]
I saw Ian on the deck with the werewolf. They were talking like they knew each other. I suppose that was possible, since Ian had frequented all the places the werewolf was stalking for the last few months.
From where I sat on the lower deck, I pretended to read while I watched the men. Part of me was worried that Ian might blow our cover, but part of me was more worried that the werewolf would kill him. Not that I cared if Ian lived or died. It would just make killing the werewolf a little harder.
Killing a single werewolf wasn’t that hard if you knew what you were doing. If nothing else, I knew what I was doing when it came to killing. Nothing was holding me back from wanting to kill that monster.
Even if the info my uncle and great-grandfather had was wrong and he wasn’t the
