Sneaking

His heart beat rapidly in his chest as Samuel stood in the line, blending in with the rest of the recruits. His face and clothing was covered in dirt, and his shabby appearance matched with the others present.

The ones responsible for inspecting them were walking up to each of the werewolves and questioning them. It was his turn next, and that's what made him nervous.

He tried to keep his emotions at bay, fearing that the men would smell it and find him suspicious. Although he was fully determined to place his life at stake for this, this didn't erase the apprehension at the thought of being caught.

He was pretty inexperienced in putting his life in line for something like this.

Samuel kept his face straight, and his eyes burned with determination and obedience, very much resembling the other loyal werewolves as the pair of scrutinizing eyes fixated on him next.

"I have never seen you around before. Where are you from?" A gruff voice questioned.

"From Blue Waters. It is a small nearby