"Wait, what?" As the words escaped Nathan's lips, the reactions of disbelief and incredulity echoed through the room, shattering the serene atmosphere that had enveloped them.
Mark's face flushed with embarrassment, a deep shade of crimson that intensified with each passing second.
His wolf, too, felt a surge of humiliation ripple through its being, its ears drooping in a display of shame.
Nathan felt more stupid because he had told Peace, who was sixteen years at the time, an impressive story about how they had caught them.
It was a moment that felt like a cruel twist of fate, exposing the embellished narrative that Nathan had made up.
He couldn't help but cringe inwardly as he realized the extent of his lie.
The image he had painted was now crumbling under the weight of truth, revealing the shallowness of his claims.
What made it more laughable was that he said they rescued a few humans from these werewolves both in their human and wolf form.
