The car came to a stop in front of the gates. From what Wilder found out, this was one of the few mountains resorts that had secluded cabins and accepted werewolves. Believe it or not, humans disliked interacting with werewolves in their natural habitat, grossed out by the shifting and hunting.
Wilder talked with the owner and got the keys and they drove through the lines of cabins. They stopped in front of the last one and Wilder looked at it, it was certainly smaller than in the pictures but it had 2 separate bedrooms and bathrooms and that was the main quality they needed. Wilder felt his headache creep back in as he and Robin no longer had skin contact. Well, at least the drive was calm. He reasoned and got out of the car.
“I will be back in a week, try not to kill each other
