YANNI'S STORY PRT 2

YANNI'S POV

"Which werewolf?", I ask. I was already a fan of fantasy novels so the term wasn't foreign to me.

"A wolf from another pack. Our rival to be exact", said the middle-aged man.

"They bit you to kill you wolf digs their fangs so far into your neck if they want to turn you", said the heavy makeup girl. She blew puffs of smoke into my face as she talked and I wouldn't dare complain. I touched my neck which was inches underneath the thick cast.

"Some werewolves prefer raw meat to food.", says the short-haired girl."Raw human meat"

"You had seemed to be healing already when we found you", said the auburn hair girl."It's a wonder they didn't eat you and a miracle that you're alive".She almost sounded sad that they hadn't found me dead: like she desired human meat too.

Mike stands and stretches his hand towards me."I'm Mike", he says. I take his hand and shake it. The auburn girl did the same."Lizzy", she said.

Like a chain reaction, everyone stretched their hands out for a handsha