*Xander*
I found Henry in the warehouse. He'd laid the creature on a tarp and was sitting on an upside down bucket nearby, looking pale.
I walked toward the old man, not bothering to announce my presence. He knew I was there. He knew I'd be coming to him with questions.
“It's a wolf, isn't it?" I said, stopping short of the tarp. I looked down at the body of the wolf, noticing for the first time the lack of blood on the tarp, and on Henry's clothes. I peered at him, narrowing my eyes as he rose from the bucket. “Who is it?"
Henry shook his head, looking exceedingly exhausted. He ran his hand over his face, looking down at the tarp through his fingers.
“Gretta was the only worker unaccounted for in Bethany's count."
I closed my eyes, picturing the soft-spoken young woman with glass
