They say people learn from their mistakes. Maybe that's true… but William seemed to be the exception. How else could you explain the fact that he was standing on the same rake all over again? Instead of finishing off the wendigo, just like the beast inside him demanded, he'd once more chosen to play the hero and save the girl.
This time, the details differed only slightly: he carried her out of the forest, treated the burns with ointment stolen from his mother's clinic, and wrapped her wounds the way he vaguely remembered seeing her do before. The bandages came out clumsy, uneven — but good enough to ease the pain.
Bringing her home was out of the question. How the hell could he explain to his parents why a half-naked, half-dead girl covered in burns was lying in their living room? So instead, he dragged her to a grimy roadside motel, paying for a single night with the "blood coins" of Cain. At least they were good for something.
