“Umm,” Isaac clears his throat, “it was hard for me in the beginning because…well, I’m a vegetarian…” He looks up at me hesitantly, gouging my reaction.
I look at him curiously, “you are? Even in wolf form?”
“Yeah…I remember tasting meat for the first time, and I puked it up. I haven’t had meat since. But when the rogues took us, they forced us to shift and in wolf form, they would make us eat whatever was caught and killed. I didn’t eat for the longest time. When we did make it back to their camp, we were left in small groups, so I was finally able to shift back and cook what I could find. Over time, others would try what I made and, well, the rest is history. I became the cook in the rogue pack…” He said bitterly.
“Until?” I asked, since he didn’t go on.
Isaac sighs, “there was a ne
