*Astrid*
“So, tell me everything I need to know about werewolves''. I say, as we sit in my kitchen. We had decided to get some take out and go home to talk things through. Malthe is in School so he won’t bother us and Pjuske is in his doggy bed, gnawing on a bone Zac brought.
“Well, not so much to tell”. He grabs a slice of pizza and takes a large bite.
I raise an eyebrow. “You turn into a large dog at full moon and you say ‘not so much to tell ?”
“A dog, I am offended, and so is my wolf”. He huffs. “Also while we like the full moon and many packs have rituals centered around them, we can actually change whenever we want”.
“You say your wolf is offended … Does he have his own personality … like is it just your body changing or also your … personality ?” I ask curiously. “And so you tu
