My brother died as a wolf, and so he left behind a wolf's body: a large, tawny grey carcass decaying in a pool of sticky black blood on the carpet at the foot of the stairs.
Marlene had been afraid to see the body at first, and I realized she had never seen a dead body before; it was never pleasant to deal with, but it wasn't something I had no experience with, and it was another reminder that the world she came from was very different to my own.
She had frozen at the top of the stairs when she saw Karl's body - we looked similar in our wolf form, and I knew that the sight had reminded her of the day she had turned to see me as a wolf in almost the same spot he was lying in now.
She had pushed past her discomfort to leave the house with me, and when we returned with food and medical sup
