Third-person narrative "It's not much different from ours," Kylie said as she looked out the car window and up at the buildings they passed. "Just a little bit more construction and color." She shrugged. Felix was behind the wheels of his black Rogue, taking them through the streets of the city. He noted her words as true and studied the high-rise buildings they'd passed. This was her first time in the human world, and to be honest, it was quite different from what she had heard about it. "We werewolves prefer the solitude of nature. The moon, trees, and the scent of damp soil after rain Humans are a bit more...open," he said. To that, she nodded. At some point, she couldn't help but wonder who it was Nala was possibly with now. Was he as "open" as Felix described humans to be? The f