Lucas
Sixteen years ago.
"You are not from here?" the boy from the woods tells me.
"I am," I deter.
Sneaking into the crescent moon pack is the only fun I have these days. it has been a week and all I have been doing is studying how they live.
Father says they are evil. Wicked people that only care about themselves but that is far from what I see here.
He scoffs as he takes a step towards me "Your scent is different. You are not from here."
I roll my eyes, we are on the other side of the compound. A place closer to the market square. There is something warm about the crescent moon pack. Something that I don't get in my home.
My father has lived a cold life and it has transgressed to each and every one in the shadow claw pack.
"Who are you?" the boy walks closer to me with a raised brow.
"Who are you?" I reply in the same tone as him.
He rolls his eyes "None of your business."
