Chapter 51 What's Going On?

• What the hell was going on?
• A red werewolf? Those were a myth. A tale told their pups to make them behave. Untrackable. Unkillable. They were like fucking ghosts. They could kill you before you knew they were there because they could hide their scents whenever they wanted to. This one had alerted him of its presence on purpose.
• Why, though? The only wolf that was a danger to a red wolf was him. He would have gutted it if Layla hadn’t been there. Or maybe it had only approached because Layla had been there.