I never understood why werewolves were so protective of their own. That is, until I became one myself.

I was wondering the streets of California, not going in any particular direction, just, walking.

My phone pinged, I pulled it out and saw a text from Brian.

“There’s a new wolf nearby. Meet at the house.”

I growled to myself, shaking my head and turning on my heels to head to the house.

Although, a very unfamiliar, yet, very pleasant smell hit my nose, stopping me in my tracks.

“Hey! What’re you doing here?”