With my pack, me and two betas, we walk through the forest in wolf form.

"We need to find something to eat," says my friend and deputy Kenton.

"I know," I reply, trying to sniff out the scent of some animals.

"Can't we hunt down some werewolf and eat him?" Mike, who is Kenton's boyfriend, asked bored with hunting.

"We're not cannibals," I tell him as Kenton hits him on the head with his paw.

"Ow! I was joking!" Mike was outraged.

Something small suddenly runs into me.