Chapter Three Hundred-Thirty-Nine – From Far Away
Laurel's eyes widened, before a smirk grew on her lips. That was really hilarious. "I don't believe you. My father clearly stated that he didn't have siblings."
That's another reason she lived lonely. Her grandmother had died early and only had her father.
She knew the chances that the wolf related to her grandfather by an affair was probable but also not since he left his tribe as a teenager and created Green Valleys.
"Who are you really?" she asked more firmly.
"Well, you caught me there." He said.
She heard him fall to the ground and since a sound was made, he must be lighter in his wolf form than in his human form. Which was very contradictory to Laurel.
He spoke of her grandfather, Laurel wondered if he was from the tribe her grandfather left. The ones which had unusual hue and special powers. Could that be why he's wolf was that size?
