Raven’s POV
“Wait, you can speak?” I asked as my jaw now hung low, while I just stood there staring at him, wondering if I had heard him right or if it was my damn imagination playing tricks on me.
The creature’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared back at me with what looked like confusion on his face, before he finally opened his mouth, and as plain as day says to me, “Why wouldn’t I be able to speak? I’m not a mute, but, of course, your kind always thinks they are superior to my kind, and above us on the food chain.”
“Food chain?” Slipped confusingly from my lips, as I wondered if he was using it as a metaphor, but quickly realized that he was being dead serious when it hit me that they had just been running from a rogue wolf for their lives.
Just the mere thought of it made my stomach
