Chapter 14 At Loss For Words

• “... No, that was not my first time in Erbe. We go into your city every now and then.” Rafe sat leaning against the tree, enjoying the view from the hill. “Whether you like it or not, commerce thrives between our people. But nothing worth notice. Sometimes we need to purchase building materials for our homes. Cooking supplies. Clothes to pass as humans. Our necessities are meager, since the land has always been so generous. You see, werewolves don't need to build castles.”
• Nicholette was speechless, taking it all in. There was so much she wanted to ask, but she felt the words faltering. She wouldn't know where to begin getting to know her enemies from within their borders.
• “Does it hurt?”