ELIAS
Yes, I am alive.
I scoot away from my roommate in my new pack house, Henry.
Henry was snoring so bad and it was annoying. I got little or no sleep because of him.
I huffed as I groggily stood on my feet. I don't know how safe it was, but I was going to take a walk around Westville.
I shoved my hands inside my pocket. I was now wearing tattered clothes because I didn't have any decent ones. The decent pant I had, was the one I wore from Westville.
The pack house was quiet and the atmosphere was peaceful execpt for Henry and some others werewolves that were horribly snoring like the monsters they were.
Who ever designed Westville was a genius. Their architecture was unmatch to any settlement or civilization I knew of.
I like to think of it as a city. A city that was surrounded
