C37 Son Of His Father

JACK'S POV I still can't say for sure why my uncle or my dad hasn't found us yet. Is it because we don't have a scent they can sniff? I can't wait to morph into my werewolf and scare the hell out of every of my bully. "Come over here, poor boy." This stranger hit me on the forehead once more, apportioning some tedious work for me to do. I complain as my forehead remains creased, "I am tired