Chapter 84: Little brick buildings

Passing and passing, it was as Deno said a very linear pattern, you see the ones passing the car, you know of those already passed, and you are assured of more to come.

Raphaela looked away from the window to him, werewolves was told to have a very long lifespan thanks to a fast metabolism keeping unnecessary fat and illness at bay, and the ability to speedily heal wounds meant growing old took time, lots of it.

Though no one knew the exact age a werewolf can reach, they're usually killed off before then.

"You poor soul... Do you even have one?" She asked.

Deno chuckled "Such mockery"

"No, I'll admit I can see what Haila saw in you, you're a different breed of vampire Deno, maybe I should have came to you first before I met Brentford"

"Its all done now I suppose..." He said opening his mouth for more but sighed "I'm sorry"

"Sorry for what?"

"Going off like that, I didn't mean to shout"