Epilogue

DUSTIN

Tugging on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I whistled lowly at the forest I was stood in. It was so eerily devoid of any wildlife. It was creepy.

Few animals lived around werewolves, but there were always some.

"Might wanna take a look at your pack if I were you." A deliriously sweet voice called out somewhere in the distance.

I froze, there was something about that voice . . .

"Yeah." She said. A cocky tone to her voice. Like she were taunting someone.

I subtly sniffed the air, and began to realise that many wolves had passed through here, were they being attacked?

Cries of pain and struggling suddenly sounded out in the direction the sweet voice had come from.

Just the sound of it made my wolf uneasy, I could feel him pulling me towards the sound.

Reluctantly I agreed with him that I had to go over there. I wasn't sure why . . . something about that voice just drew me in. I had to know who that was.

I began to run in the said direction, all the time arguing with my wolf about