WESLEY

His raised a perfectly arched brow.

"Exactly Ryker, this is way too soon, you turned just a few days ago! What’s happening? Is there something else going on with you, aside from this… jealousy over Lucas? Something you’re not telling me?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, Wesley. I… I don’t know. I don't think anything is wrong. I'd have known."

"I'm not sure if we should celebrating these short turnings or not. But the death rate is increasing."

"How many did I kill this time?"

I winced, "Maybe a hundred?"

He went silent.

I helped him to his feet and gave him new clothes.

The forest was...