He put his hands up.
"I'm just making small talk, don;t bite me", he smiled warily.
"Okay, sorry, I've just had a lot of bad luck lately, so now I question everything" I sighed as I started walking again.
We walked the next two blocks asking each other questions and getting to know each other. I found out that Tyler was one of two siblings, he had a older sister who he spoke very fondly of. I assume they were close. The thought made me miss my brother. Tyler spoke about how they grew up, they had a simple life and were born into the pack. The product of a werewolf father and a witch mother. His father had lost his life in a pack battle that occurred when he was very little. Leaving his mom alone with two kids to feed. They got by and it brought them closer. His older sister was his hal
