Danilo’s POV
I can smell the wolves nearby, there must be a damn pack somewhere in the vicinity.
I hate packs. In fact, I hate any kind of group, all of them are full of pure breeds always looking down on the rest of us because our parents couldn’t keep it in the bloodline. Why is it my fault that my father was a wolf and my mother is a bear? Did I ask to be made? No! Yet I’m the one who gets to suffer because of their choice.
I snarl angrily to myself, altering my course to give the assholes a wide berth, I have no desire to meet any of them and by the smell of it, there is a more than a couple.
Trudging to the right of where the scent is coming from, I’m already turning my thoughts to my next meal, wondering whether to catch something which will hardly satisfy my bear side, or suck i
