90 The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

"What does that even mean? 'The guilty must be punished'," Mark asked in the Pack Mind.

I shook my massive silver head, trying to dispel the memory from my brain. "I don't know. I'm just surprised that it talked and could think rationally while in its werewolf form. Even though it was a monster, it appeared to be in control."

"Do you think that Crystal or another witch gave it the same antiserum or potion that Tiara gave to Mr. Wilson?" Dakota asked mentally. "It's the only way that it would be so coherent. Which also means that it can change at will."

"Then if it can think and rationalize and knows it's a werewolf, why doesn't it want the cure?" A shiver ran visibly over Michelle's white wolf. "I was a werewolf and let me tell you, I don't know of anyone who would willingly want to be one of those things."

The snow started falling harder, creating a soft, white blanket across the ground and drifts under the trees.