You keep thinking like this until you meet someone special.. who initially makes you feel that good and fun
Until he finally shocks you with how cruel and ugliness his soul is, and how bad he is
It will instantly change your theory and make you discover that first feeling isn't everything
And that there are many hiding under the beauty of their features and the paper of their words
This is how I feel, my friend, Alpha Lucas
I was crying so hard while I was holding her tight
Pain was the only one that filled me, only him.
Yes, why is a person called human if he is devoid of humanity and mercy, if he is completely like beasts? Is not the word "human" wrong for him?
My mother stroked my hair with her trembling hand, to close my eyes, crying silently, and my gasps were afraid because of her touch to me.
Especially on my brother who took him
I expressed my great hatred for them, for they had destroyed many herds, and now with all their boldness they kidnapped my little brother as a hostage to them.
What do they want? Our land. they want to expand their land and their flock, they want to own the whole world of werewolves because of their greed.
The greed of the understanding in particular!
They are the bad herd! They are known for their wickedness and cruelty. Literally everyone hates them and there is hatred for them and I am the first!
" I'm the one who's going to bring my brother" I shouted angrily as I moved away from my mother, who stared at me in great astonishment until her eyes interrupted the entry of my weary father, looking at me sharply and in denunciation.
Of course he heard me, our sense of hearing is strong, but I
I don't care how strong they are, how cruel they are, or how violent their torture is. I only care about my ten year old brother.