VIII.2

IDRIS LYKAIOS

Wilhelmina sat across the table right after preparing and serving everything just like a normal house wife would. She must really be dreaming of becoming nothing more than a house wife. Or maybe that’s just me loathing the idea of marriage.

I have known Wilhelmina ever since I was young and she was a really good friend of mine way back then. She was tragically orphaned when her father and mother died protecting our pack when a rogue werewolf attempted to take over the pack.

Wilhelmina and I grew up together but I never really developed any sort of connection with her beyond being good friends. She was lovely and she can sometimes be verbose. She was usually the feisty one and she would always stand up for me whenever I was being bullied for being too different from my peers. With her natural brunette curls, smooth chocolate skin and modelesque figure, she was truly the most gorgeous werewolf in our pack. Almost every guy wanted to date her but she always shooed them away