I tried to draw something, but my mind was just blank, and the tattoos that I tattooed on my thighs were swirling in front of my eyes. After an hour of trying, I finally cursed loudly and closed my sketchbook. "He messed up my mind."
I went to the bathroom and took another bath because if I go out with even a hint of wolfsbane smell on me, I don't know how long I can maintain my facade of being human. This town falls within the territory of a pack, though I don't know which one. That's why I moved here. Hunters only come into a wolf's territory when they want to attack or get themselves killed. So, as long I am here there are very less chances that I will be killed by a hunter's hand... {can't say about wolf though}
I changed my top because, hey, no matter whose territory I'm in, I can't
