Chapter 52. The Real Beast

Natasha’s POV

“I guess this is it,” Fabs said as he stared down at the heavily wounded beast.

“What do you think? Should we kill him?” Bleidd asked, looking at me. I was kind of lost in thoughts as I stared at the almost lifeless body of my dad.

“…asha? Tasha? Tasha?”

“Oh, yes?” I replied, startled back to reality as their muffled calls rose to a crescendo.

“What should we do about him?” Bleidd asked.

“Uhmmm, I don’t really know,” I said, “I hate him though, but I certainly won’t want him dead,” I added.

“Maybe we should hand him over to the authorities. At least that would end the search for the beast,” Fabs said.

“Yeah but it might snowball into an all-out hunt for us werewolves,” Bleidd said.

“Wait a minute,” I said as I looked around, “where’s Maeve?” I asked.

“Oh shit, I nearly forgot,” Bleidd said with his eyes widened as he searched around with his eyes for her.

“Let’s split up and search for her,” Fabs