Chapter 8

The longer I was held hostage by the werewolves the more I began to question my previous judgements of them. I wasn’t suddenly a convert, but maybe I didn’t feel quite so negative about them, at least not all of them. All my life I’d simply seen werewolves as a single mass of beings that I hated, they lorded it over humans and didn’t care what our lives were like under their rule. I was starting to wonder if assuming they were all exactly the same was a mistake. I mean humans aren’t so why should wolves be? There were plenty of humans I didn’t like, Mrs Fisher wasn’t a favourite, but there were loads I loved, and that meant that maybe the same could be said for my wolf kidnappers. Maybe.

Today was freedom day, well the closest to freedom I’d been for weeks. Today I got to go outside and breathe in the fresh air in the gorgeous, green surroundings of the garden. After Clayton had granted me permission to leave the confines of the mansion I’d spent the entire night convinced I’d wake up