I stayed at the airport until the plane took off. It was finally time to do what I had to do. But I had to get ready first.
I walked pass a boutique and drew back as the mirror caught my figure.
"Hmm. I guess they are right" I said, inspecting my clothe. I wore a tatty sleeveless top and it wasn't looking so good on me. I looked up and saw men's clothing tag on top of the shop.
But the glass was tinted, so I couldn't see the inside. So I turned my eyes, letting the werewolf side take over for a split of a second, and I saw through the glass.
I went into the shop and got out wearing a black leather jacket, topped after an ash gray polo shirt, a $1.3 million Secret Circus Jeans, while a logo patch low-top bally sneakers veiled my feet, with a Trilby hat… I went bac
