"Oh God, I’m so sorry." I finally understood the sadness in his eyes. It was a tragedy that could happen to anyone.

"This happened some time ago, but I still feel sadness every day. I feel so alone, and sometimes I even wish that monster would take me too," he choked up.

"What was the catalyst for the killings?" I asked, pulling out a notebook and pen to take notes.

A thought for a moment before speaking. "In the world of werewolves, they have specific mates chosen by the Moon Goddess. Every wolf has one; it's their one true love. Once they find this person, they become obsessed."

I frowned,...