Sixteen

He walks out, holding his head up as though he wasn’t scared to death whenever he entered this death zone place they call home. He looks around as they glared back at him—he gulped hard. He felt their hot dagger eating him up, like they could read his mind and they could see how afraid he was. He knew they could hear his heart beating hard and they could use that to take advantage of him. But they dared not to touch him, they dared not to have the thought of eating him for dinner as he’s their hope, their way to save their pack and finally have a better life.

Whenever he comes to Lumena pack, he wondered why he decided to help them. Why he was going against the werewolves he badly wanted to have their blessings from.

Sometimes, he felt mortified whenever he remembered her. Whenever he remembered her innocent eyes and how she had zero thoughts behind them—how she has no intention of hurting him… maybe. But like they’ve told him, he has to get to them before they destroy him and his f