CHAPTER THIRTEEN
FAITH’S POV
“W-werewolf? Alpha? W-What are you talking about mum?” I echoed blankly, wondering what she actually meant. Werewolves only existed TV shows and fictions books. If this was some twisted pre-Halloween prank, then it was not going to work on me. I had watched far too many shows based off on that to get scared over what exactly? Werewolves? Like anyone would believe they are actually real.
“You know those pictures that Roman loved to draw about mythical creatures?” Mother questioned. My mind flirted back to Roman’s admittedly disturbing drawings, yet drawn like a true veteran in the last one month before his death. When it came to drawing, I had never seen a better artist than him. Oh God! How much I missed him.
He used to draw pictures of me and mum from time
