No Wolfie to save the Princess

Victor slowly stood up to his feet.

His eyes scanned all around him.

About two hundred meters in the distance, he could see Lenny waving at him with a smile and Moses kneeling on the ground.

It was only now that the realization of where he stood hit him in the head.

After all, this was the wasteland.

Standing on its sandy soil was an insult to the creature's lying underneath, except, of course, one could display a quality of strength that could subdue its inhabitants.

However, Victor was not such a person.

He was 15 but had not even wolfed out, when most people his age accomplished this when they were about ten.

In fact, all Werewolf cubs wolfed out before turning fifteen.

There were even those who doubted that he was the child of an Alpha.