Y A S M I N E
Living with humans was the worst thing that could ever happen to a werewolf. From their unclean streets, factories noise pollution, air pollution, and the smell, the city was the worst place for a werewolf. But, it was a necessary sacrifice.
After the banishment, we had no choice. There was no other place we could stay, and this was the safest place. And even though it was the most disgusting place to live, this was where I could hide.
It's been a week since I moved into the apartment with my mother. We had been ignoring each other since the last altercation we had, and she was yet to move out from my apartment.
My mother and I never had a mother/daughter bond, more like a beneficial relationship that worked for us. It was hard to live with her, and harder to keep up with
