I stare at the young woman opposite me, eyeing her up. She stares back at me curiously, and then looks over at the others beside me. I'm curious about she who seems to be an outsider even to her own kind; werewolves. She looks uncomfortable; as if she doesn't want to be here, or part of this. I can understand that; not wanting this world.
She turns away to talk to a young boy beside her; barely a teenager, but still pulled into this. I sense the protective instinct she has for the boy.
So different, yet still the same.
By Inkhandedlady. Can you guess who they are?