Dawn and Peritia

ke he wants to say something b

speaks up. I raise a brow at him. Not all werewolves are the same? T

ur parents. That is totally understandable, but you need to also understand that not all werewolves go around

around killing innocent people, people who have families, ho

ases a he

doing then?" He blurts out. What

nderstand y

ked expression on my face. To be honest, I hadn't even realized that I was doing the exact opposite of my brother's instr

ou know I didn't kill your parents and you definitely kno

a point. I feel a little bit of pity that h

from the community walks toward

that there will be an important

erson. I sneak a glance at Dawn

attend to," I say, rising to my feet. I dust th

ning right through my back,

nce him to quit it, to set Dawn free, and to never try to capture anymore werewolves, Velican would never listen. Now that I am thinking more deeply about it, I realize that these werewolves we hunt down most likely have their own families too. They have their own lives, their own loved ones, their own home. They didn't choose to be the way they are, they didn't choose to be ferocious beasts, they just happen to be born that way and sadly they have to live like that for the rest of their lives. Dawn was right, everything he said was right, and I wish I could help him, I want to help him return back to his pack, his own family. While deep in my thoughts, I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turn around to glare at Velican, who is glaring at me with a worried look on his face. "Is everything okay?" Velican asks, sitting close to me. He drops some scrolls on the floor and scoots closer to me. "Did that werewolf hurt you?" He snaps, his voice laced with anger and rage. "No, no, no," I hurriedly reply before his next action is pulling a trigger right through the head of Dawn or stabbing Dawn with an arrow. "It is something related to that," I