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44: Tales of the Lone Wolf (Part 2)

Life had always been a wreck for us both. And as I open these apertures that perceived the world in color I realized the total disaster that Fenris caused last night to our pack.

We practically roasted the people who weren't even involved in the scuffle.

I jerked into a sitting position and found myself in my bed with a raging heart that just wanted to stop pumping so that my life would cease to exist. I just electrocuted the whole pack...

Oh no...

Oh no no no...

We were going to be kicked out for sure! The whole pack would hate us because we almost killed Ulmer. He was the so called prodigy that everyone loved. He had too many admirers that even if Fenris' paws and my fingers were combined, we wouldn't be able to count them all.

We were in so much trouble for sure.

We were going to be punished for sure.

And I was sounding like Fenris that was for sure!

Gah! Droog, why weren't you speaking to me?

"Droog, are you still asleep?" I asked my wolf. I did not get a response. I was going into hysteria and my wolf was not there to panic with me. Did I kill anyone? Although Ulmer's death will be favorable in my part but that wouldn't go well with my reputation.

And I don't even have a good reputation in the first place so I have nothing to lose but my testicles and head.

On second thought, I had a bad repute already so by doing something atrocious, I just added more power to my horrible status in this pack.

I could hear the regular noise in the everyday life of our pack; barks, howls, fights, and panting. The scents that we had were the same and they were strong. We have piss, sweat, and wolves in heat, food, and body odor. No smell of corpse anywhere.

Everything seemed fine.

But I can't be too sure. They may be digging a ditch in front of our house and was waiting for me to come out so that their trap would work. They would piss on me before burying me alive while I drown in their urine.

The horror!

I will use the windows instead! I will leave our pack and then go rogue. I'll shave my head bald and then become a vegetarian while searching for my mate. I will be on the run forever!

I got off from my bed and then hurried to the open window. I immediately hopped out and then froze when I found pappa harvesting his potatoes.

I totally forgot that my pappa had a potato farm here.

"Hijo, you're awake. How are you feeling?" he asked me while he was throwing the potatoes in his sack. "I'm assuming that you're feeling guilty for doing what you did last night and was planning to run away by sneaking out of the window because you thought that we were going to ambush you in the front door, am I right?"

My eyes widened in horror. How pappa accurately got what I was thinking and feeling made me fear for my life even more. This man was just an intelligent being that not only worked his body up the bone but also made sure that his mind was keeping up with how hard his body labored.

Werewolves were already muscular in nature. We could be given a whole stack of cooked meat in front of us and we could eat it in one sitting. But one could tell when a werewolf was lazy...

If he wasn't swimming in his own sweat and if his body wasn't as dirty as the soil he was dawdling on then he wasn't a real hardworking werewolf.

The man who made me; turned around and then wiped his sweaty forehead with the hem of his dirty shirt that was smeared with wet soil. I was the duplicate of him.