They took caution approaching the fellow, thinking that something may have happened that they did not know.
The werewolf seems agitated while roaming the area.
“What is he doing here?”
Was all Leslee could say, her voice cracking upon being sure of the person, though her expression was sour, her tone could not hide her joy.
No one could stop the woman when she runs off.
She caught the poor guy by surprise when she jumps at him, causing them to spin.
Thankfully, the fellow recognized her scent before he could even take out his claws.
“Whoa, what are you doing here?”
It was the first word the brown werewolf said as they ended spinning around.
It made Leslee frown, hearing such a thing from the person who they assumed was out cold at their pack house.
“I should be the one asking tha
