Michigan

Benjamin's point of view

I stood at the mansion terrace, staring down from the second floor, my head nesting on the agile long pillars while seating on the extreme edge.

    It's been a day now since the mass burial rites performed for the Werewolf Pack Darwin's men slaughtered brutally.

    I wish I could say that came as a shock to me, but it's didn't. Infact I was wondering when Darwin plans to execute his plans he had for the longest now.

     I just didn't know it would happen this way. I was there, at the last burial rites for the dead Pack, and I'm not being a hypocrite here, but I did feel pity for the lives lost. Don't get me wrong, I'm much as a demon as Darwin and I know damn well if I was still working for him, I'll be at the frontline, carrying this killings. That wouldn't be a bad idea considering how much I loathe the Werewolves kind. But seeing the young children caught up in