Mood swings

Marcus POV

Early in the morning. It was freezing everywhere. The morning fog hung thick in the air and I could hardly see what was up ahead. The leaves and grasses are moist with dew.

The icy air of the Harmattan breeze hit my face, making me shiver.

It was time to go hunting, and I couldn't wait to get started. I quickly got ready and headed out to meet my friends.

Hunting is a general hobby among werewolves. As for me, it is the only thing that excites me.

My friends hated the idea of hunting in the morning. They had tried countless times in the past to make me change my hunting time but I am a very persistent person.

In my pack, everyone prefers to hunt with the best. I was the best hunter among my pair so they had to go with my time.

We met up at the edge of the forest.

We were a pack of four, including myself, Nicole, Tyler, and Steve. We were all hungry and eager to catch something.

We ran through the forest, our paws thudding against the ground as we moved. We were mov