Scared and alone, Maguel ran through town, trying to make his way back to the woods.
‘I have to find my brother. He will know the way back, but where is he? I am so tired,’ the little werewolf pup thought as he came to a halt in front of the road, too scared to cross. Hours ago, his pack was attacked by a vampire that, for some strange reason, took only pups. Maguel’s pack consisted of many pups because their previous Alpha forced the pack to reproduce in wolf form.
Maguel was the smallest of the whelping, which was only fifteen weeks old. After catching his breath, he drew the courage to make his way over the road.
“Did you just hit something?!” Elsie Sanford yelled at her husband that she felt was driving too fast, especially since they had their daughter in the car.
Shane pulled of
