~CASSELBA'S POV
I WALK INTO THE HALLOW MANOR on an early November morning, the second of the month to be precise. The air is crispy as I take the final steps leading up to the huge doors, the kind of crispy that's cold and dry at the same time. The temperatures are low but I don't feel much of it, thanks to my inner wolf. The body of Canines seem to have some sort of heat regulator because frankly speaking I don't remember the last time I felt cold. Numbing cold, even during winter.
I guess I have my wolf to thank for a lot of good things.
The weather is lightly somber and sunrise is hidden behind a few dark clouds. It looks like it's going to rain but I know it isn't. Soon enough, the sun will come lighting through. I just feel it in the air, the charge of it, the whisper of the breeze. I feel it as a specie not fully human. A hybrid of both man and wolf.
