Adam sighed and rubbed his thumb across the bite mark on his opposite hand. It didn't hurt anymore, but because it was a magical injury, there was no way to keep him from scarring. He'd always have the reminder of him being bitten by a werewolf, even if he didn't turn into one when the full moon rolled around.
"I need to talk to him. I just... haven't seen him, is all," Adam said, shrugging. "I guess he's laying low or something, like I have been. I wish he were easier to catch, is all."