Haunted Wood I was a teenage werewolf

Through the forest the little boy walked. This time without a happiness. All of his happiness had been drained by a terrible thing. Fear. Something, no, someone was watching him. He could hear the voice of evil ringing through his ears.


As he walked through the woods, they laughed at him. Mocking him by saying he was weak, that he would never be a prince if he was such a weak link. The only thing Leo could do was cry, silently begging for them to leave him alone.

His prayers were answered, for the voices disappeared when a familiar scent flowed through the air. It was those Caldera wolves again. Why did they have to come back? How much the lion boy hated it here.

He followed the scent, which led him to the pair. One was Peregrine, while the other he hadn't a clue. "Uh, you shouldn't be here..., he said in a raspy voice, worn down from crying.