#Chapter97
The Building
I have no idea why the hell a lycanthrope would be manning a power plant in the middle of the forest. I mean, maybe it's not that big a deal, some packs live and work in the human world and have regular jobs as they try to pass off as one of them. This could be a guy who works for the power company and for some reason, likes to frequent his unmanned building in the middle of the night. I'm sure that's probably a normal thing, for unconventional hours, or maybe if he has a special task at this time of night.
Probably not likely, and it's too weird that all the way out here, alone for weeks on end, the first person I come in contact with is one of my kind. It's a little too coincidental, especially as I came here after following some deeper gut feeling, and stupid dreams of Sierra Santo.
