It has been 7 days since his father ordered him to be deported to the Slacavier pack . He was currently on the bus, through the middle of his journey southwest of the continent ,rain patterned on the window of the side seat he was sitting. It would have been much faster if he ran as his wolf,but the pain was too much for him to shift and travel hunting and surviving on his own for about 13 days of the journey, so he sort to the human way of travelling by public transportation
It's not something that he is unfamiliar with.Whenever he fails the training his father shipped him off to random packs in the name of training where he was treated like a uninvited guest rather than an alpha prince .
The nature changed as they travelled further south.The sunny warm weather and the breezy climate that he was used to gave way to random rain foggy climate and random snow at times The humidity in the air was tiring The forest thickened as the bus travelled further and further deep into the woods . A darkness in the atmosphere was always present as an evidence to the coming hardships. How come werewolves love this dark climate? Not a ray of sunlight, Gulf sighed and clutched his bag to his chest.
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