Sculptures

Logan smiled at the last customer as he sold out the last sculpture he made. He looked over at his hat of money and he mentally gave himself a pat on the back for being so hardworking. It was his second month in Nigra and he could proudly say that he has never enjoyed life like he was here. He had made tons of werewolf and human friends and for the first time in his life, he understood how the human brain worked and how the werewolf brain worked.

He started to understand other creatures and he didn’t make the world revolve around him only. With his new human mate Celia and their baby or babies that were on their way, life was perfect for him. It has been the life he had always envied from the other kids in the Pack. He always wished he was raised by a loving father and an affectionate mother that cuddled him every night before he went to sleep and gave him kisses and told him stories at night.

He had wanted that his entire childhood but alas,