Helanie:
"Stay in contact, okay?" Lamar whispered, standing right next to me with Norman's car.
"Yeah, hey, why don't you come stay with me?" I requested; I really wanted him to have a safe place and not go back to his pack where I knew people saw him differently.
"I will be fine. I am not really a bound type of person. I like to go out at night and transition. And the rogue community is not for transition for a month," he was not wrong, but I was still worried for him.
As for the rogue community and the woods, it was dangerous for a month as the lycan, or in more twisted words, my mate, might be running around looking for food.
The packs were much safer with the borders, patrols, and everything. Now I understood why people were afraid of the rogue world. And also why packs have such fucked up rules, because they could silence anyone with the threat of kicking them out of the pack.
