I left my temporary home feeling naked. Wearing only a robe, I walked the short distance to the main house. On my way over, I found the same scent of age old death lingering. I followed my original path to the main house, which was overlapping the scent trail. I plugged my nose and kept walking.
I walked to the door, and knocked. Mason opened the door, and let me in. He linked his arm through mine, dragging me into the main living room. It was packed.
In the middle of the room was a large, thick piece of wood, that I assumed was a stage. Around the stage were Tiki Torches, flames burning higher than I would think normal. The room smelled of death, werewolves, and the four elements. It made an odd combination, but before I could ask Mason about it he jumped up on the stage, and all the faces in the room turned toward him,be yes gleaming in the light of the fire.
"Thank you all for coming this evening. Especially on such short notice." He smiled. "Now, to the ceremony. Kymmy, could you please come up to the front?" The scent of old death followed her up the stairs onto the stage. Mason waved me up to the stage. I came up, and he introduced us. "Kymmy, this is Caroline Sariah. Caroline, this is Kymmy Bruja." And that's when everything went black.
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Dealing in the Matters of the Wolves
General FictionMason is a werewolf. He lives right next to me, Caroline Sariah. My life has never been normal. Raised by a pack of wild wolves most of my life, it has been a hard adjustment to get used to city life. I look normal, but as the saying goes... looks c...
