Wasteland, a place of peace and paradise. A place for forgotten toons. Ruled over by a particular lucky rabbit. As a new face appears however, a new threat reveal themselves, threatening the realms for their main target. Book 11

Things just didn't add up. The over the top happiness. The endless energy. The strange loyalty to Camp Campbell. The complete blindness to the truth and total naiveness. None of it made sense to Max, but he'd be damned if he didn't find out why. Little does he know he stumbled across something he shouldn't have. I feel like there's not enough werewolf David on any writing platform so I decided to make one. I am going to borrow bits of an rp with one of my best online friends @-Dxrty_Lxes- so go give them some love and credit. Enjoy!