Chapter 117

Edric's POV:

I stand with my hands on my hips, taking in the carnage around me. Some of the wolves were torn limb from limb, while others were seemingly unharmed, but covered in the blood of their neighbours. “How many?” I ask, trying to suppress the rage boiling in my chest. Who did this?

“It’s impossible to say. Half of them at least.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. The survivors are too afraid to talk to us. They won’t come out of their huts.”

I kneel next to a corpse, inspecting his body. “It makes no sense. They don’t usually attack each other. They look after each other here.”

“Uh-huh,” Stephen agreed. “And why did the others die? The ones that have no wounds. What killed them?”

I shake my head. “I can’t tell. I see no obvious wounds or injuries.” Swallowing my revulsion, I turn the dirty wolf’s neck to the side, staring at the small circular hole in his neck. “Hunters.”

Stephen kneels next to me. “Did they inject them with silver?”

“I don’t smell silver. Wolfsbane mayb