Ben
“Are you ok?” I asked as Crispin stepped out of the glade. The sun had set long ago, but with my wolf eyes, I could see how drawn and pale he looked. And he had every reason to look that way. Something had happened since he became a real life breathing man again.
The pack meeting had been tough on him, because everyone had questions. Everyone seemed to want to touch him and make sure he was real. More than one person had doubts that he was who he said he was, but there could be no real denying it.
Unless the Crispin of the pack had a doppelganger anyway because they were identical. And the memories he had were a very personal view of what was written in our textbooks.
There was no doubt in my mind that he was who he said he was and in time there would be no doubt in the pack's
