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(POV - Sam Hunt)

Bastard squirrel.

Growling my gaze followed the last squirrel that managed to escape from me. They don't have a lot of meat and are very hard to catch. Rabbits are so much better than those damn squirrels, rabbits can't climb trees anyway. Just like us. By 'we' I mean me and my wolf.

Werewolf.

We live in the same body, it's just that my wolf mind is more dominant when it transforms into its natural form ... wolf. When we return to being human, then my mind will dominate our body.

Back to the previous problem. Did I say I hate squirrels? Well, my wolf really likes those little squirrels. In fact, squirrels are his favorite animal. Somehow the harder the animal is to catch, my wolf likes it more. Dusk is the best time to hunt, after the last rays of the sun have disappeared and a few minutes before the moon appears in the sky.

Wait a minute ... What's this smell? I lifted my snout in the air and sniffed around me. Smoke? Oil ... human blood ... and gasoline? And ... som