"Aiden has been hiding you from me this long to offer me today," the silver gray-colored wolf says in his hoarse voice
and looks at the brown-colored wolf and both of them smile.
I sense that they are not ordinary werewolves. They have the tinge of nobility.
I growl at him, slowly getting on my feet and pacing backward as he comes towards me. The brown wolf slightly smaller than him walks beside him.
"Catherine Dawson, where had you been hiding all this long from me?" He asks me, sniffing me.
The slight morning breeze gently blows his smooth and soft silver-gray-colored fur.
Who is he and what is he doing early in the morning?
"Stay away from me, I am Eve Mitchell, not Catherine Dawson," I growl, rolling my eyes.
I plan to run away leaving behind the deer I just k
