170: London

We arrived in London and I realised that the people here were a lot different from the basic Americans we were used to and it started to seem to me like moving the pack here might have been ten thousand times better because they looked more civilised than I could explain. A part of me felt like they could be accepting of werewolves if they knew we existed.

"We did not go there at the pack airport this time around, we had booked tourist visas and so that kind of covered a lot of things for us."

First of all, my intention was that the tourism covered all of my favourite parts that I wanted to see because lately I've spent time on the internet trying to see what was fun for humans to do. We were now close to the museum and Ryan with not stop holding my hand I couldn't even figure out why, "I'm not a child that if you let go of me I will stumble and fall." I had to say at one point when he wouldn't let go of me just to get rid of an itch that was bothering me.

"I just don't like the way