***Wolf’s POV***
Sounds of the inn coming to life began to fill the room, but I still watched the man they called Ghost. “You don’t want ta’ be mix’n in with the likes a him.” The Inn Keeper continued. “He’s a dangerous sort a pirate.”
“Do pirates come any other way?” I asked flatly and continued to blatantly watch him. I was doing my best not to let my anger boil.
“Well he’s not the sort a pirate I’d let my own daughter be ‘round.”
“You let your daughter be with pirates?” I asked, not breaking my glance from Ghost.
“Well I’m just say’n, that if you were my daughter...”
“...But I’m not.” I said shortly. “And I am quite grown enough to take care of myself thank you.”
“Have it your way.” He said, giving me a clean glass of water.
“What sort of creature is this Ghost?” I aske
