Rich shook his head. “I wasn’t really paying attention in my room. My head feels like it’s ready to fall off. I don’t know…” he trailed off.
He looked at the young woman, she was taller than him, but that didn’t say much for he stood only 5’7”.
“Prison?” he shrieked. “But this is a beautiful island,” he said looking around. “Kidnapped? Why me? All I’m good at is being a mechanic and getting knackered on the weekends.”
Well, he was being honest.
“Oh, I’m Rich, Rich Hays, London. Does sound like a bit of a mix.”
He thought over what Belled had said. “Wolves? You said there are wolves in the woods? What for?”
He was already starting not to like this place. He sighed for a moment, thinking, then that hurt.
“Where are you off to?” he asked. Maybe something productive would give him something better.