There was something faintly familiar with how that kid smelled. It kept creeping into his mind that Alexander couldn’t get it off of his head. It was what has been running on his mind all this time as he lay on the sofa. The rest of their group were zealously standing in attention near the man who was meticulously cutting branches of a small plant.
“So, found anything on that new kid yet?” Lenard Carmen asks.
The man was currently the one who was standing in as the head of their pack. After Alexander’s father was killed. Though not everyone agreed with it, no one disputed either since he was the right-hand man of their group from the start.
“I heard he’s still human,” Leslee, the man’s daughter answered.
The man nodded, taking in a deep breath. Alexander just stayed quiet, though he w
