When I was younger, my mum used to tell us stories about Dark Wolves. They were evil and could not be trusted. They killed anything and everyone in their path. They roamed around pack territories in and around Devon. She said they were as black as the night sky, with red on parts of their bodies and their eyes the colour of blood. It's just a story they told pups to make sure they didn't wander around outside of their pack grounds. I had nightmares for weeks after she told us. I used to dream about getting mauled by a Dark Wolf.
He smiled at me, a genuine smile. "Exactly, they're stories." He chuckled. "If you're not going to let me take you, at least take some money." He handed me a wad of cash rolled up, "Get to Devon, go to The Luna Pack... The Luna is my sister." He explained, "Tell h
