Chapter 23: Whiffs of Suspicion

I gaze at the body alongside me, considering what in heaven's name I ought to do.

The red-haired man seems to be a bumbling manikin; bowed, broken, and dead. His breathing has nearly halted completely, and his face is an odd shade of purple. How would you resuscitate a dead individual? Would it be a good idea for me to simply pass on him and attempt to get away?

For reasons unknown, I can't throw him away. I creep nearer, seeing his bloodied head and body. It seems like his head hit the side of this well quite hard. Essentially I think we fell in the well.

He looks natural to me, very much like the other odd werewolves I have seen since I arrived in this bizarre spot. There is something about him that I can't put.

I lift my hand to his shoulders and head, turning his body with the goal that he is lying on my swollen legs. Cautiously looking at his face and hair, I notice a monstrous cut extending across the rear of his skull. It doesn't appear to be mending like an ordinary werewolf w