I'm Not One of Them
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The luperci were such a strange idea. He hadn't adapted to it in the slightest. The idea of two legged wolves moving around would enter his head, only to be pushed out and replaced again with the idea that they were a completely different species. It wasn't true though. It was a virus, mutating wolves into such a strange thing. It was frightening, and Tharin didn't know what to do about it. He had already been struggling with choosing a pack to approach, hoping they would accept someone as young as he was, still gaining experience in his hunting. A weak pack would like him, but he wasn't a luperci, making him uneasy about approaching, while a stronger pack might not want him at all.

Sighing Tharin returned to the small plot of land that he'd marked for himself. He grabbed the fawn he'd killed a couple days ago, eating the meat mindlessly as he tried to think over what he was doing. It was ridiculous. He was stuck where he was, not moving forwards. His thoughts drifted to the white wolf that he'd hunted with, remembering her graceful form as they hunted, her submission and caring attitude. He hoped that she and her puppies were okay. He hadn't met her mate, but thought it was probably someone very strong and good to take care of her. Was she a luperci too? He hadn't thought of that. They could look like normal wolves, so how could he recognize them?


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