Chapter 105

LUCIANO’S POV

I missed being like this. I had not turned since the last full moon. Mostly because I had been on the road.

Right now, feeling the night breeze on my wet nose and the earth in my paws, it felt good.

I walked slowly and quietly between the high crops on the farm. I was heading for the house.

I needed to get as close as possible so I could listen in. It was strange, the closer I got to the house, the more quiet it got. I stood still and listened for any sound.

I heard a bunch of chatter farther away from the house and far from where I stood. It sounded like a lot of people. As I walked towards the voices, a fire lit up, casting light around dark places.

Fuck, I got as close as possible without stepping into the light. It was not a bonfire, it was a burial. They were burning a body, two bodies actually.

I listened to a man with gray hair and a soft voice give a toast to the dead.

“They died doing what they were born to do, sticking it to those four legged abominations