Literature
Lycanthrope Legacy - prologue
Spirit! Spirit, time for supper! shouted a middle-aged, heavy set man from a small, 1-story house.
Coming! I yelled running though the empty street towards the man.
Spirit, what have you gotten into this time? the man asked sternly as he looked at my dirty face and my bruised, bloody knuckles.
Its nothing, Buddy. Really. I assured the worried man.
Youre bleeding. Buddy said looking at my cut brow.
Im ok. Buddy, you dont have to worry. I said, swatting his hand away from my brow.
Come to the kitchen. he said with a sigh and