Angelo
Mikhail was having the time of his life looking around the werewolf home. He had always wanted to be here, and now that he was here, he didn't see himself leaving with all he had seen so far, that is what home looked like.
Everything was just so magnificent, but he knew there was something he had to do. He knew that just because he had been camping outside for months didn't mean they would trust him. It was something he had learned from her.
She always made sure to remind her of the importance of gaining people's trust, because in war, only the people you trust would be able to save you. He knew that, he understood it so well, and he was ready.
They had been walking for the past thirty minutes and they had reached the castle, and that was because Mikhail was a human, so his steps were limited and he walked slower compared to the massive wolves he was walking with.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!