Chapter Eleven
People always needed to come back someday.
Third Person’s Point of View.
My mate is human.
Henry could still hear that voice coming from his Alpha. The Luna of the pack would be human and while he was not bothered about it, all had come drawing back to him upon remembering who would be coming along with him.
While werewolves do not hate the whole human race in nature, there are always those who hold more anger than most. Silvester Blithe was one of them—and everyone was aware of this. From the second that his mate was killed by a hunter, he had long hated the very existence of humans.
His mate was a rare breed and for them to go extinct and continued on being hunted down by these humans only made him believe that they are a danger to their kind and had
