Patty and I went down to the motel office. I saw a sticker on the window next to the door that made me brace myself. It was a sticker that indicated this was a rogue werewolf-owned business. Another sticker showed that pack wolves were not welcome.
We entered the office and a young man looked up from the book he was reading. His eyes scanned over us and he sniffed the air. I could tell when he recognized that I was a pack wolf because his bored expression changed to an angry one.
“You need to get out of here. Your kind isn’t welcome.” He growled.
I bowed deeply. Showing respect would get some rogues to listen. They weren’t used to pack wolves treating them like people.
“I’m Oswald Becker. Formerly of the Eaten Heart Collective, currently a member of the Daylight Moon Pack, the pack
