Poison, no not the hair band type.
The boy with the long jet black hair stared directly at me and through gritted teeth he spit his words. "That mountain used to belong to us and now no wolves can go up there without getting sick or worse...DYING!" "That is NOT our fault!" Mo yelled at him. "We can't even run or hunt game up there. Somehow, your kind poisoned the land!" added the second boy. Andrea yelled back at the boys. "So, threatening to kill us makes everything ok?? You should be ASHAMED of yourselves, scaring us like this!" "I'm not scared." Mo said with an evil grin. "I am actually angry and I don't care if they ARE werewolves." "You should be scared of us." the third boy growled looking at Mo. "We have nothing to do with anyone getting sick." I told the boy with the dark hair. "We don't even know what you ar
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