Dewey's POV
I walked some distance from the warehouse, still feeling breathless, as if scorched by an invisible fire.
I simply shifted into my wolf form, threading through the dilapidated, abandoned buildings. My paws struck the cracked concrete, dust danced in the wind, and the metal walls echoed with a low roar. After running freely at top speed for a while, and the inexplicable murky air in my chest finally dissipated, I shifted back into human form.
Approaching the bustling commercial street, my feet were about to head towards a street-side burger stall. Yet, I subconsciously recalled that Nora's long list of food names didn't seem to include a burger. So, I paused and, somehow, headed toward a shop specializing in one of the dishes on her gourmet list.
The girl with the pale littl
