Hanna's POV
I showed him the writing from last night. The blood had dried, the stench worse. He wrinkled his nose, but then frowned. I trusted Titus to solve this. He was one of our strongest warriors, the best even.
"It's deer blood," Titus said. "The wolf would have hunted the deer only minutes before writing this. Left handed person. I'm going to check the inside of the house and the surroundings."
I nodded. Minutes later Titus came out of the house and ran around it. He went into the forest, while I watched him. My phone rang and I looked down. Hanna.
"Hey," I answered, instantly smiling.
"Damien!" she exclaimed happily. "I miss you! Work is so boring. I know I told you I don't want to be those stay at home mates, but right now I'm considering it. I feel like a f*****g
