Chapter twenty seven.
Kara's POV.
So, for starters, Kyra has made things clear and I'm just about to get them all sink into my head.
Starting from, they are Werewolves. Okay, that's a weird way to start it. I'm in the Werewolves territory.
The story that kyra told me is unbelievable, but then, absolutely reeling over it I wouldn't deny the lines.
It started from the war king Andrew havoc on malia's camping site. They were transporting some pack members from The Northern pack to the Old Orleans pack for training — seemingly enough, the Old Orleans pack is like the training province for Werewolves, she said they have the best soldiers, and such things —, then decided to take shelter for some days.
They were just simple were-people, traveling but in the camping site, king Andrew mad
