I opened my eyes and I wasn't in the pack anymore. I looked around and I was in a completely unfamiliar place. I didn't know where I was. I sat up off the ground and I was bone dry, like I had never been in water at all. And I noticed that my clothes were really weird. Something that you would see someone in the 1700's wearing.
I stood up and I saw people standing around a village and there was a man in the middle of the villagers holding a torch, giving them a speech and getting them all riled up. He was demanding that he knew where the werewolves were hiding.
"Mr. Stevenson. What about your daughter? She's with the werewolves?" A villager asked.
"She made her choice. And she knows the consequences." He replied, not caring at all about killing his own daughter.
"She has a child no
