"What am I?" Zuri stared through new eyes, looking from his bloody hands to Logan.

The man smiled; revealing those strange elongated teeth, like the smile of a fox. "You are as I am, made stronger with my blood."

Blood. There was a lot of it. It was on Zuri's hands, splashed on his chest, staining his shirt, pooling on the floor around the savaged body of a young girl. He squinted and recognized her as the inn's serving girl who'd shown him to his room earlier. That she ...