65: You’re hired

Alora’s POV

Three weeks. That’s how long I’ve been living in the human world, and I can say without hesitation that humans are better, far better, than werewolves. Or, at the very least, they’re better than the werewolves in my pack.

The simplicity of their lives, the absence of pack politics, the way they go about their days without the constant weight of hierarchy and dominance, it’s a refreshing change.

When I first arrived, I stayed at a modest motel, not far from the edge of town. It was nothing special, just a place to lay my head while I figured things out.

But soon, I realized I needed something more permanent, a place I could call my own. So, I started looking for an apartment nearby. It didn’t take long before I found one, a cozy little place in a quiet neighborhood, just a few blocks from the motel.

The landlord was a kind woman in her late fifties, with a warmth that reminded me of the mothers I’d read about in human novels.

She had this way of making you feel at home