Stupidly, Ghoul draws him in. "I know." He doesn't know, not really, but the poor little fucker sounds traumatized and there's no need for him to have a fit over trying to explain what happened. "Look, they're gone. We'll get you fixed- ow, you're gonna have to loosen up-" What a weirdly sturdy grip he has.

That's not right. Adult humans shouldn't be able to bruise him so easily, forget a pre-teen one. Maybe he's a meta... It's a fair possiblity, but the thought doesn't put Ghoul's mind at ease. Something is off. Joscelin smells strange. Maybe it's the stench of gore. But he also smells like wolf. And...

Oh, shit.