*Zac*
I'm sitting by the local lake, enjoying the serene atmosphere as Pjuske, The big dog, runs around, exploring the area with enthusiasm. The sun is shining brightly, and the sound of the water lapping against the shore is soothing.
I am mulling over if I should share my suspicion on who drugged me with Astrid. But I do not want to worry her, there is still a lot of things about the supernatural world She doesn’t know.
As we enjoy our time together and I throw a stick for Pjuske to go get, two street cops on bikes approach us. One of them, a stern-looking officer, eyes Pjuske with disapproval. "Excuse me." he says to me, "is there a reason your dog isn't on a leash?"
I look at the officer and shrug. The wolf in me does not appreciate collar and leashes. "Pjuske likes to run free and
