It had been 50 minutes, and I was waiting at the tree. I was looking around for Demetrius. I had a few hours before I had to go to city hall to judge the werewolf for Dennis.
It was getting a little chilly out, and I gripped my sweater to my body. Unlike popular opinion, we werewolves do get cold. I looked at my watch again, and it was time for Demetrius to show up. Looking back up, I noticed him walking toward me from inside the forest. He looked rough. His mahogany-colored hair was messy, and his ordinarily baby-blue eyes were red. He wasn't in the best of moods.
"Hello, Demetrius," I said with my arms crossed. He didn't say anything and instantly pulled me into a tight hug.
"I have missed you, Wyatt," he said in a scruffy voice.
I went to pull away as I felt a pull toward him, just
