Chapter FIFTY-NINE

So, the fact that I’m in the Blood Moon territory, doesn’t mean I’m in the pack already. I don’t know the way to the pack. I have been walking in circles for more than two hours now and I don’t seem to know where I’m headed to. I’m frustrated, tired, famished and parched! Nothing ever turns out good for me. I had hoped to go over to the pack to ask a few wolves about the how I can get to Goodland, but here I am lost in the woods. I tiredly sit on a broken tree trunk to rest for a while before I continue and that’s when I get a faint smell from a distance. Lyla immediately awakens, ready to defend me. I quietly rise up from the tree and look around me and soon, I hear growls and snarls and dry leaves crying as they are being crushed. I turn abruptly took and that’s when I see a group of about six werewolves, approaching me in a not so friendly manner. I take calculated steps backwards as they approach me. This is not how I pictured it to be. “Please, don’t hurt me, I mean no harm. I’