Craig
The smell of smoke lingered long after the blaze had died. It was tragic how one of our own had died, but we must move on. His burning ceremony lasted all of ten minutes.
"We must keep moving," I said as I threw my bag over my shoulder. James, Matthew, and I started making our way back to the road. The trip seemed quieter without Craig. The guys weren't goofing off or hitting eachother like they used to. Hunting down wesen is a difficult job and can suck the life out of most of us, but Craig always seemed to make it more interesting. He would always make bets on who would win or what wesen did what crime.
There was a sound in the woods near us and we all stopped in our tracks. My hand silently went towards my gun as I made my way to the sound. With each step my breathing got quieter and my hand got closer. Once my hand reached the gun I was at the tree. I whipped my gun up and turned the tree. My jaw dropped.
There sitting behind the tree tied up and gagged was Craig. The same Craig we just burned.