"Werewolves?"
The man looked at me in disbelief. No doubt he found my words a little hard to believe, but after all he saw in these last few months, he was inclined to believe it.
"Yes, but not only werewolves. we have skinwalkers and humans living with us too. My pack isn't impartial to race; anyone is welcome as long as they can prove their worth and contribute."
The man looked a little relieved when he heard me mention that humans were there. The humans I was talking about were the ones Isabella saved, but I haven't quite figured out what I was going to do with them yet.
The man looked at me pleadingly. He was thinking on his feet. His walls had been destroyed, and so was his generator, the only thing providing them with electricity. In no time at all, all the foods I could smell in this house would spoil, leaving them to starve.
