“But if we don’t leave now, you won’t make it to Beaumont before the moon rises tomorrow night.” Carl informs me, and I couldn’t help but hear the worry in his tone, making me wonder if he knows what happens on a werewolf’s eighteenth birthday.
In a way, I guess it would have to be similar to his own species’ experience, since they too were also shapeshifters, if that was even the proper terminology for it. He would know what the human body would go through, but it made me wonder how different the two experiences could be, especially since my kind was a predatorial species.
Just the mere thought of me not being in control of my own body, and hunting Bambi down in the woods made my stomach turn into a knot, which in return scared the hell out of me. It had me now second guessing my deci
