Adam's eyes glittered, his large hand curling minee and he started talking, guiding me down to the main street and down to the thickest part of the wood areas nestled behind the large workshop. He had explained it was a woodshop where some of the older wolves and pups, what werewolves called the younger pack members, made things to sell in the town market or to neighbouring Packs and Clans.
The Wolves owned the land in the region of the Northlands, as Adam called it.
The continent we lived on, Partos, was split evenly between four main regions.
The Northlands, where I'd found safety, was mostly Werewolves, but another group called The Ethereals also inhabited it.
The Eastern Isle was a vast area spattered with large forest islands, separated by an enormous waterfall that snaked so far
