Corleone’s pov“Are you alright?” Joanna asked, adjusting the robe cover around my body.But I wasn’t listening to her. My face was facing downwards throughout. The scenes were stuck in my head for a long time. They refused to go away and it looked like it was going to remain the same way for another long time.I was dangerous. I mean, it seemed like I was dangerous. Earlier, the way Alpha Samuel’s guards looked at me. They stared at me like I was some different creature.Of course, werewolves were dangerous but not towards others who were also werewolves except for the fact that my own kind of werewolf probably looked too different to be considered ‘safe’When I was in my wolf form, I could see that fear and frightening feeling inside them. There were no two ways about it. They were very afraid of me.If I said I didn’t know why, I would be telling lies. I knew that I was different from the very moment I learned my father was feeding me poison, to the period where I started knowing I
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