FINN
All around smelt of smoke and demons. Even though I was a half-demon too, I despised their kind. They reeked of evil and all my beast ever wanted to do was rip them apart.
It had been three days since I left my pack. I had been hunting the demons that threatened to ruin my pack and other werewolves. Three days of nonstop fighting and slaughtering. The demons were a threat to me.
When Zaria was alive, she would always pester me to take her with me. It was dangerous and I spoke her out of it most times. But one day, she proved strong-headed. She was determined to come with me, even Arnold and Damon. Three against one, I decided to take them along. And there, I almost lost her. Good thing I had quick reflexes.
Even after her near-death experience, she kept on talking about how we cou
