I was going tomorrow, I already planned out where I was staying. There was a very sparsely populated area in the Northern part, a peninsula out into the Atlantic ocean. Mother said I would be further away from people, and to the East of the Dark Warriors. Even so, I was going to pretend to be one, since they were widely known and revered all over the country, werewolf or not.
That made things even more dangerous. If I pose a threat to them in any way, I have an entire country trying to kill me.
Even though most of the world is trying to kill me anyways.
I keep my hand on my head as Mother traces over my birthmark with some brown substance. She said it was going to dye it darker, so it would blend in with the birthmarks that the Dark Warriors had, except for the fact that they have triba
