Luckily, my arm was nearly healed by the time the sun went down. But I had to take it easy and stay in the cabin for the rest of the night. It would have done no good for me to be bleeding and trying to work. Not only would I have been bait for every werewolf in the nation, it wouldn't have healed as quickly either. But luckily, that was the only werewolf we had seen.
I went outside as the sun went up, eager to see who our werewolf was that had been terrorizing and killing everyone.
Dakota rushed over to me and pull me into his arms, holding me for a minute. "How's your arm?" he asked when he pulled back.
"I'm fine," I replied, placing my hand on his cheek. "Don't feel bad about it, Dakota. You did what you had to do."
He shook his head, obviously ridden with guilt. "It doesn't make it any easier.
