“Here is the black wolf mark on Helen,” Mark said as he opened the lid of the wooden box.

I glanced furtively out of the corner of my eye, and saw in the box a bloody arm with a triangular spike tattooed on it. The mark stared at me like a malevolent eye, causing me to cover my chest with my left hand.

I breathed carefully, trying to calm my fears.  

“It really is the mark of the black wolf!” Leon glanced at the box, but his face remained unchanged. It seemed as if he was used to seeing these bloody things.  

“Then you know what to do. Just do...