49 Mr. Wilson

Two weeks had passed, and we were no closer to finding a cure than the month before. Michelle was going to turn again and there was nothing we could do about it. I just hoped that we found a cure before the next cycle. For her sake, I didn't want her to have to go through this for the next twenty or thirty years like Raina's Aunt Trudy.

Dakota and the guys had fixed the cabin just in case we ever needed it again. I went there once while they were working on it and Dakota, Micah, and the others were lifting heavy logs and sealing them into place, adding steel this time to try and make it more structurally sound. Hopefully, at least that wall of the cabin will be strong enough to contain a werewolf. But from our experiences with Michelle, we all doubted that the rest of the cabin would.