Haven
“Before he left your body, Theodulf asked me to help ensure it comes to be. The task will be a tricky one because he won’t exactly be there to help me, and failure—according to him—could spell the extinction of all werewolves.”
Some hours later, shifted his truck into park, an inquisitive look on his face as he examined the beautiful property before him with a sign that read Lonely Paws Wolf Sanctuary .
“You see, the prophecy did work. According to Theodulf, as soon as your spell ended, his powers were transferred into a stranger whose identity must remain masked from the werewolf clans. Someone with no idea what’s in store for them—and yet, they have been chosen to fulfill the destiny of the King of Wolves. I’m going to keep an eye over him; bring him his prophesied armor and familiar; and watch over him until he meets what Theodulf only described as his ‘mystical guide,’ whatever that means.”
From the arms of a large oak tree, peered in through a beautiful cabin’s large glass walls. Inside, he could make out the image of a handsome young man bringing water bowls for three wolf cubs. The babies jumped from their crates, excitedly circling the man. One jumped into his arms as he knelt to put the bowls on the floor, covering his face with warm kisses as he laughed. didn’t know who this was yet, but he couldn’t help but smile.