Chapter 85

author pov Crael sat on a tree stump watching the wolves train. He didn't understand the fascination some of the gods had with these creatures living in the earth's realm. As far as he good tell they had some intelligence but did not put it to good use. They would rather live primitively than work on bettering their lives. Every day at the same time this group of werewolves practice fighting against one another so they would be prepared for battle. Everyone capable was trained. Once their training ended for the morning, they would go about the duties they were assigned to contribute to the pack. Some had outside businesses that brought in money for the pack. They lived as one big family taking care of each other. What was the big deal in that? If you had to depend on each other to survive then what happened if everyone was no longer there? From what he had gathered from the other wolves who had no pack, you lost your compassion and your heart hardened against any kind of soft emotion.