Distrusted

And now he was here. At a place of evil. At the heart of an anti-werewolf rebellion. In a club filled with people he trusted less than a second ago. People who hated and distrusted him. People who thought he was weak and useless because of his lack of magic. Because of his human blood.

He had made up his mind to stop hiding, to take matters into his own hands. He had made up his mind to confront the Dark Wand Pack himself. And then, maybe he would be able to protect the empire. Maybe he could make the Dark Wand Pack realize that they were wrong. He could show them that it was okay to join together to fight against the Empire. But he also knew what it meant when you stood against the Empire. You could die.

So instead he waited silently in the bathroom, staring up at the ceiling. His breathing slowly became less shaky as time went by. When the door was opened a few minutes later, he snapped his head forward, almost jumping at the sudden intrusion. But it was the girl he