"You're not going to say anything huh? You're going to keep trying to ignore me. Come on, say something," Casper prodded. I did not know which he enjoyed more, his own voice or irritating me.
Unwittingly, I reminisced on the not so good old days when Flourescent's friends used to come around our home all the time. I used to watch them from afar and listen in on some of their astonishing convos, one of which was what the worst was that could happen to a werewolf living in the Sanctuary. In the long run of bitter arguments, this one had some pretty serious contenders:
One; A werewolf having no inner wolf ("how can he even call himself a werewolf??? He's practically no different from a human" (Logically, this sounds correct but Maultner is quite sensitive so he must never see this))
