Jared

Amely took the tray with baked potatoes out of the oven and put it on the counter in front of her.

“My father... likes to keep his rules straight. He doesn't like breaking them and if someone disobeys him, he punishes him. He's just a bit rougher than the other werewolves. He's seen so much. It's not easy ruling over five hundred other werewolves. No matter how human we are, we still have our traditions that we have to keep a secret.”

Jared hummed, carefully listening to her.

“For instance, we have an annual festival that honors some of our gods.”

“You even have a religion?”

“Yeah, we are...