Andrew! My name echoed through the darkness… I was long used to the dark voices that forced their way into my mind, but this one was somehow different. It was the voice of a man, a young one, practically a boy still. I knew him, at least I thought I did, but his voice was too filled with fear and despair to know for sure. Help me! Please! He cried softly in the shadows. All my muscles were tense, ready to save him, but there was nothing but blackness around me. I turned around, not even able to see my own nose. Then a dark deep laugh rang through the emptiness, followed by the boy’s scream.

With a pounding heart, I sat up, the dream running through my mind. I was sweaty and shaky. I raised my hand to ruffle my sweaty hair, but a terrible pain shot through my shoulder. And so easily the horrible dream was overshadowed by the dim memories of last night. I got shot, I killed a boy and I stood against the White demon for Henry's sake. I immediately reached for my phone. It was eight in the morning. I quickly found Simon in the contacts and called him.

"Andrew?" His voice sounded tired as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Simon..." Damn... Suddenly I had absolutely no idea, what to say. "Um… Last night… Was there another incident?"

"How…" He exhaled in confusion. I could hear the sounds of the police station in the background. "We found three dead, and Henry, the boy who survived the wolf's attack, was put in custody," he finally explained wearily.

"In custody?" I repeated in confusion. Why would they do that? Henry obviously didn't kill anyone!

"Yeah. They found him standing by those bodies, Caroline ordered us to take him." Simon himself sounded a little confused about that. "She wants to question him. I think her frustration has driven her insane. There are still no traces of the wolf. Seems impossible to catch him… “ Really? Do you remember you shot me yesterday! I wanted to growl, but shook my head and took a deep breath.

"I'm going to the station. Could you please keep them from questioning him just yet? I need to be there,” I asked him.

"Why? Are you okay, Andrew?” he whispered sounding way too worried.

"Just do it, please! I’ll be right there.” With that, I hung up and quickly headed to the bathroom. There I examined my shoulder… It was healed except for an almost invisible scar right at the joint. But no exit wound and a bump that told me the bullet was very probably still there. I've been shot more than once.… I knew the pain of a bullet scratching a bone. I also knew how to pull a bullet out. I took a deep breath and rummaged through my nightstand until I found my pocket knife. I also picked up a sewing kit and went back to the bathroom. Alright, Andrew deep breath… I picked up two towels, one for the blood, the other I rolled up and bit into it. With my next exhale I cut the skin above the scar. I gritted my teeth and groaned in pain, the towel muffling it. I stood over the sink and watched the blood run down my hand in the mirror.

Fortunately, the unpleasant conditions of war taught me how to use a knife to find a bullet and get it out. I breathed a sigh of relief as the bullet rattled against the sink. At first, I intended to sew the wound, but in the end, I decided not to do it. Werewolves could heal incredibly fast, couldn’t they? So I just cleaned the wound and tied it tightly with a bandage. I then quickly cleaned everything up and put on my police uniform. I was aware that I really needed a shower, but there was no time for that, so instead, I used up half a deodorant and hoped for the best.

I didn’t even stop for breakfast in the kitchen, I headed straight to my garage, where a black and blue Honda Varadero motorcycle stood. Dust began to settle on it after the weeks of neglect. I picked up my helmet, got on, and headed for the station.

Along the way, I tried to figure out how to get Caroline to let me talk to Henry alone. I had to get the boy to stop what he was doing, no matter what. I wouldn't be surprised if the white wolf tracked Henry down and killed him. When I arrived, Simon was already waiting for me in front of the station. He had circles under his eyes, and his hair was disheveled. At least it matched mine.

"Where is he?" I said instead of greeting.

"Follow me." He nodded and walked to the station. No one was behind the reception desk today, which meant it was a busy day. Police officers were running around, jumping from phone to computer. There were still many officers from the Fish and Wildlife department. We walked around the various tables to the interrogation room.

"He's a nineteen-year-old boy! How have you not made him talk yet!” Angry was a weak description of Caroline right now. Her brown hair was pulled back in a bun and she watched Henry sitting alone at the table through the one-way mirror.

"He's the son of the most successful businessman in Wadena," officer Jefferson reminded her. "Staiton owns more than half of the businesses in the city. He has no reason to talk, he can pay for the best lawyer in America."

"The question is, why does he need a lawyer?" I joined the conversation when no one paid us any attention.

"Andrew!" Caroline seemed more than surprised to see me. She recovered quickly though. "He was found at the scene of a murder and refuses to testify."

"Those people were killed by teeth and claws!" I said more angrily than I had planned. Only after remembering that technically I shouldn’t have any knowledge of the bodies. "Let me talk to him," I suggested more calmly. "Last time he wanted to talk only to me."

Caroline was silent for a moment thinking hard about it.

"What are you even doing here? Don’t you start tomorrow?” Jefferson said, scowling at me

"Simon told me about last night and I decided to come,” I said. Simon cast me a weird look obviously realizing it was a lie, but he didn’t rat me out.

"Alright, go talk to him." Caroline nodded, not happy about it. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough.

"I need to talk to him alone, without anyone listening and I need all the confiscated items," I demanded with an apologetic look.

"Why?" Caroline turned sharply on me, her eyebrows furrowed.

"We want information from him, he's not a murder suspect! If you put him in custody, he won't talk to you at all.” I stood my ground. Fortunately, I was known for my amazing skills with shaken witnesses.

"Fine.” She sighed. “You can take him to the sheriff's office." The sheriff was not here currently, so his office was tidy and empty. How perfect.

"I'll get you his things," Simon offered and went into the evidence room. In the meantime, I walked into the interrogation room. Henry was wearing a dark blue shirt that made his eyes look even brighter. His hair was tousled, apparently freshly dried from the night rain. I didn't even realize it wasn't raining outside anymore - I vaguely remembered that he was wearing a brown jacket, black pants, and dark brown boots last night. His jacket was missing. He had a frown on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest. As my human self, I noticed he had a faded black eye and a torn lip, probably still from the night I first met him. When I entered, he gave me a curious look, but then immediately turned away.