Steele
Call it luck, I suppose. I don’t much believe in luck. No, that is a lie. I don’t believe in luck, period. But I sure as hell am lucky today. It started with me just sitting alone in a corner of a restaurant, minding my own business when a group of people coming. Tourists, I suppose. I hate tourists. They seem different, though. It didn’t take me long to realize that they’re not like any other tourists. They’re shifters, and not just any shifters, they’re werewolves like me.
I groan, angry that I may have to leave the restaurant but relieved that I made a point of disguising myself with a potion before leaving my apartment this morning. They won’t know that another werewolf is also in the premises since they can’t smell me, unless of course they know me. Being in the corner, I’m p
