I continue on my way and realize that I don't really know anyone in my area.
Not even my neighbors, their house is always closed and I haven't seen anyone in the yard yet. Sometimes a car in the driveway, otherwise no movement. I also don't know if I came to live here for them or if they were there before. An uneasy feeling comes over me. ‘Has the change of scenery made me antisocial?" I ask myself. Werewolves are used to living together, almost on top of each other. In the pack we know everything about each other, there is not even a private secret. Now that I live among humans, I seem to have internalized their culture as well. Because what I've noticed is that when humans have amassed wealth they call themselves ‘elites’ and only interfere with those who match their wealth. ‘But I'
