Wesley arrived at Rivera just after dawn, the sky still painted with streaks of silver-blue mist hanging over the mountains. He followed the directions his beta, David had sent with growing confusion.
The “village” looked like something out of an old painting with stone cottages, chickens running freely, and humans waving cheerfully at him as though they had been expecting a giant, brooding werewolf in black leather to stroll down their main road.
A cluster of old aunties sitting by the well literally froze mid-gossip.
Then…
“OHHHH SAINTS ABOVE,” one whispered loudly. “Look at that jawline!”
Wesley blinked.
Another grabbed her friend’s arm. “That’s a wolf, right? That’s definitely a wolf. Look at the eyes!”
“He’s one of the pretty ones,” a third auntie decided, noddi
