~Shaman's P.O.v~
"Thorn?"I said flustered, and I gathered myself after seeing what I should have left alone. "Umm, what are you doing here?" I said a bit more normally.
"I came to tell you that I'll be escorting you to the Council of Nine, and that you owe me some Shaman history." he said leaning on the door frame.
"Ah, smart of you, you should come in and shut the door then, this could take a while to tell." i said, he shut the door and I was expecting him to sit in a chair or something but he took his shoes off and sat cross-legged across from me on the bed.
"Start." he said softly, trying not to sound like that was an order.
"I can say this happened long ago, like some kind of fairy tale, but we all know it's not one...but have you ever wondered where werewolves started?" He shook
