Chapter 23

Mateo didn't know how long he had been living the life of a werewolf in the shadows. All he knew was that this was the only life he knew, this was the only life he understood.

As Mateo tried to rest his head on the wall, he slowly took his mind back to the past when he was six years old and he was still trying to discover his purpose in the world he was born into.

"What are you doing here?" A man who had spotted him staring at the sky threw a stone in his direction.

Mateo flinched as the stone whizzed past his head. "I...I was just looking at the stars," he stammered, shrinking back against the alley wall.

"Well move along, runt, before I really give you something to cry about," the man sneered, raising another rock menacingly.

Mateo didn't need to be told twice. He scampered away into the night, the jeers and laughter of the man fading behind him. His life on the streets had taught him to keep his head down and