Chapter 27: Mark POV
I was on a hunt when the news broke that my Aunt Michelle and her husband passed away in a terrible car accident. I couldn't leave my team behind unfortunately and almost didn't make it to the funeral. My cousin Clara looked like a fragile porcelain doll with her pale skin and glassy eyes. I sat behind her in a protective position. There was a family of wolves in the back and one kept staring at her. If it weren't for so many people I would have killed them on the spot.
I grew up living down the street from my cousin and we were close when I was young. Unfortunately with a ten year gap we grew apart after I graduated high school and left for college out of state.
During my sophomore year I encountered my first werewolf. When he attacked me I was sure I would die.
