OSCAR HOWLED ALOUD as he passed the pack’s border. He couldn’t see any signs of a dragon in sight, and surely, his victory against Ivan was inevitable, although there were a few times that he thought he would lose.
He got distracted by the lake earlier. Its crystal clear water called for him to dip his paws. That was right. He ran as a wolf from the peak of the mountain towards the pack.
He looked at the sky once more, just to check if Ivan was anywhere. "I got you, Ivan. Who said werewolves are slow?" he huffed happily under his breath, realising that he had just seen trees.
He passed to the next tree trunk, where he found himself a fresh pair of boxers with sweat shorts. It was near George’s house and the perfect place to hide from public eyes. He did not want to show up naked inside
