Davies was not kidding. He is dead serious. When he said he gave me a shop where I could do what I wanted and sell it, he provided it. But the problem is, I don't have anything in this world. I am used to being a human, and I don't know what the wolves like and don't like. What were the things they wanted, what foods did they eat, and anything.
This bothers me too much, and I am afraid to ask Davies about it. I have so many ideas running in my mind. Selling and having a shop was one of my dreams when I was young. But it didn't happen since my father forced me to put me to military school because of my brother's mysterious death.
I let out a deep sigh. I looked at Davies, staring at me intently; he was waiting for my action, or my thoughts, maybe? But I don't have any. In that way, Davie
