Remington

When my aunt parked the car, she was mesmerised. The Remington family house was big and built in a way to allow a lot of trees to grow. Saulville was also a town with a lot of vegetation. Werewolves liked being basic, using nature as it was.

“I can’t believe Petra used to live here,” my aunt whispered. “Let’s get over with this! I am sure your aunt won’t close the door on your nose.”

We moved to the house and I knocked on the door. Three knocks. My aunt wanted to add more but I explained that they were werewolves. They had great hearing senses, unlike us.

As expected, a woman opened the door. Before my aunt could talk, she mentioned to us to follow her. I was surprised. The first time I came here; they closed the door on my nose. Aunt Freda was baffled; she couldn’t believe the woman didn’t ask us anything. I had to stop myself from explaining to her. I hated that she didn’t know about all the rules.

Well, the Remington fought in the war and not many of them survived. Frederick sent t