Journey to the last Werewolf Pack
“We were looking for them, hoping they survived the extermination.”
“Sorry, I don’t know about the pack. I grew up in foster care and realized I was a werewolf when I was 12,” he replies, wincing.
Shit. That must have been frightening. Shifting alone, having a wolf soul talking to you…
“I’m sorry,” I say, stepping closer. “So, why are you here then?”
“Not sure,” he looks away, staring into the thick trees. “Buff, my wolf brings me here every weekend. He just woke me up when he sensed you, too.”
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