Lacey
I ran in the direction the shouting was coming from, picking up my pace as I heard the sound of bones popping, the first signal that this would get bad very quickly if I didn't handle it immediately.
I arrived outside Harold’s son’s house, trying to recall his name as I saw he was the one fighting not to fully transform into his wolf.
I didn't have to think long before his mom stepped in front of him.
"Stop this, Jamee. His words stopped hurting me long ago. Don't stoop to his level when I made sure I raised you to be so much better."
Jamee seemed to calm slightly as I made it to the small crowd.
I turned my glare to Harold.
"I am sure I told you not to come here, causing trouble."
Harold turned to me, absolutely seething, the stench of whiskey clinging to him and amplifying
