64 Walk Me On The Bridge
“I was thinking about your powers last night,” he turned to me after he was done staring at the ocean while I stayed facing the ocean from the bridge, “I remember reading a little bit about it. They are called special werewolves and they were very uncommon to spot or find. Such werewolves are not usually just born from normal werewolf parents, you follow what I am trying to say, right?” once he acknowledged I was too silent, he questioned if I was even understanding him or not.
“My parents were normal, just ordinary werewolves,” I recalled my parents but I couldn’t really remember too much because I was only 6 when they passed away.
“Maybe it’s because I was only 6 when they perished away.” I tried to remember more but couldn’t for the sake of anything
“Hm! Pups don’t remember anything unless something extremely traumatic event happens. That’s where the werewolves sense wakes up in a pup,” he seemed lost when talking about childhood and trauma, “anyway, we were talking about you. There is no way your parents were ordinary, at least one of them. Do you know anything about their past or how they passed away?” the more he asked me the more I realized I didn’t know anything at all
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