Namuh Street

A/N: this chapter is from Theo's POV

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I woke up from earlier than usual because of the information Cain gave me. It was still dark and dawn when I see outside my window . Then I thought the earlier I know the truth the better.

I ready myself and wore a clothes equal to that of a commoner with a hooded cloak and wrote a note and kept it on the table saying " I am out to Hunt" . Though I wrote Hunt but not physically.... verbally. I hope Cain understand but then again he never really use that brains of his except for romantic stuffs, I even doubt how we became friends .

I didn't change into my wolf form or else the dress will be torn and I don't like taking things with me when i am out on hunt except for something important, so i just took the pendant with me and began walking to Namuh street.

The road was really long and deserted not anything new to me but they shouldve atleast clean after those fuxking years of wars . Thinking back didnt Human and Werewolves once lived peacefully together? and because of a conflict the relation became upside down.... I scuffed thinking how Fate could trick us sometime thinking werewolve's and humans could co-exist peacefully .

While walking with my mind full of thoughts of God knows what all , I realise I reached thanks to the noises and children that bumped into me.

Namuh Street ... seems lively than I expected despite them living side by side with werewolves . I don't know whether to say they are courageous or just plain idiot .

I walked around the street and people seems to be busy with their daily life... I decided to ask someone of what Cain told me so i went to a shop, but before I could enter someone bumped into me and I felt him giving me something on my hand.

" THIEF! STOP RIGHT THERE!" the owner seems to notice that there is a thief who stole his goods , but what a cheap trick that theif put me in his shoes , damn this fate !. The owner blamed me for stealing when I denied that I didn't, but yet again who would believe a compete stranger you don't see everyday , it's only true they believe what they saw than hear.

If they know I am Theodore Ronan, son of the Alpha pack, they would be trembling in fear instead of accusing and shouting for something I did not do... But i dont want the pack to know nor do I want any scene to be created , I flicked my tongue in annoyance...

The owner threatend me in handing me over to their weakless cops, the fuxking coward thief encouraged him from the crowd , that really pissed me off , I could've strangle his neck and show them the real thief but before I could do that someone step forward defending me saying undoubtly

" He is not the theif! ".