Chapter 10: Mr Spear?

About 40 years ago.

I was six years old collecting apples from the trees outside our territory without my pack knowing where I'm.

I kept looking around me, afraid to be seen by my older brothers and sisters ripe the apples using my magic.

I touched one of the apples and it started to rot immediately. I freaked out trying to make it healthy again but it was too late.

" You look like a scared cat, not a werewolf to be honest. "

I gasped as a man appeared sitting on the tree looking down at me.

" It's okay if one of the apples is rotten, nobody is perfect. "

His eyes were blue like the ocean, his hair was blonde-brown.

" It was healthy before I touched it. "

I informed him, as I was taken aback by how beautiful he was.

" You look like an angel. "

He was waving his legs and eating an apple that I had just tried to collect.

" You flatter me, you look like, well, a hybrid. "

The man annoyingly said, throwing the apple behind him.

" Because I am. "

" Are you allowed to be this far from home?