Sarah emerged from the mine and watched the havoc unfold amongst the sheriff and his men. Feeling weary by the magnitude of her actions, she leaned against a wooden beam and waited, eyes sullen and emotionless.
She recounted all she had heard from Ben, about his life and his struggles as a werewolf. Half the night had been spent in strange ponderings about the nature of it all. She never suspected that he would be a creature of old myths and fairy tales. A little insane, perhaps, but never preternatural. HIs eyes could have been that way since he was born, a mutation or defect. His hunger for raw meat could have been some weird craving. Nothing could have prepared her for the truth.
And nothing could have prepared her for his story, so full of death and tragedy. She had been just a baby during the war that tore the nation apart. She knew nothing of such misery as he experienced. To be shunned by your family and lose any chance with having a normal life. Yes, she pitied him and his suffering.