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“It sounds like a clear case of self-defense,” she argued.
He shook his head. “That hardly comforted me.”
“What did you do after you killed the werewolf?” she asked him.
“Nothing. I collapsed. I woke up after sunrise with my wounds healed, but I was left with the scar from my encounter. The stranger’s body lay nearby, and I quickly buried the thing and hurried back to my cabin.”
“So you didn’t go to town or another cabin because they wouldn’t have believe you?” she surmised.
Nick chuckled. “No, I didn’t go because I thought they would believe me, and in believing me they would have killed me and buried me next to the stranger. To tell the truth, I was the only one who doubted what happened the previous night because, much like you, I didn’t wish for it to be true.” His soft
