Pierce walked back to Miranda's. His heart was still pounding with anger because of the thought of Aaron failing, and losing everything. He opened the door, and closed it softly before coming into the main area. Miranda popped around the corner, flour covering her. Pierce chuckled "Did you kill the dough boy ?" She scoffed "No ! I was trying to make some bread for tonight !" Pierce raised an eyebrow "What's with tonight ?" She grinned "Its the festival of the moon !" Pierce' eyes widened "T-that's tonight ?" Miranda frowned "Yes, why ? I thought shifters were excited for it." Pierce felt his heart pound violently in his chest. The fox inside him begging him to leave. He calmed it "Fox shifters like me don't celebrate it." Miranda's frown deepened "Why ?" Pierce sighed "When we used to celebrate it, hunters and other such things would slaughter us, it was a good opportunity for them." Miranda felt a mental slap. Of course ! She should know this ! She smiled "Well, I guess you can just stay here." Pierce nodded. He just sighed and muttered softly "Staying here, is not enough."
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Wolves of Traft
ParanormalTraft is a small mining town, hidden away from the major drama of the outside world. It just so happens, Traft is a haven for supernatural beings. The wolf shifters in the area are suddenly becoming restless, agitated. Pierce is a Fox shifter, and...
