Trinity
"M-my mother?" My voice cracked; the whimpers from the other side of the stream became cracks, growls, and finally heavy breaths.
"Trinity, you are in some deep s**t," Spencer spoke behind me. My "father" stood up from the ground, towering over me, staring at Spencer, who was entirely in the nude. Were all werewolves hung? Good gracious. I turned, blushing; seeing his indecency, my father immediately pulled me to his chest to keep me from looking.
His touch didn't feel strange at all; I felt connected to him. The light was still glowing beneath our feet. The only difference was that I was barefoot, and he was not. Could he feel the soil warming beneath him as well? When I wore shoes, I didn't feel the heat of the ground or have the glow that my father did while wearing his mocc
