Going Back
BRONZERIDGE PACK
Dimitri draws on his cigar and exhales. His focus fell on the dusky sky, which was signaling the approaching dawn. Since last night, he has been restless. He attempted to sleep, and he did, but only for five hours, and he has been sitting outside the pack house for hours, contemplating, ever since. He leaves the house believing his wolf would be calm, but he was mistaken. Something wasn't right.
His chest burned with unease and an uncomfortable sensation.
'What is your problem'
"I don't know. However, I feel restless and I have a thirst for blood’
His pronounced brows furrowed. His lips pursed in a straight line. Only when anything will actually happen does this occur. If there was any bloodshed. This feeling of being thirsty for blood happens when a war is coming. He notices a change in his wolf's behavior as if he can already smell the blood. He was referred to and recognized as a monster because of this, even among Lycans, his own race.
'But it was not the only thin
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