"Leave that wolf while it's early."
The space between my brows furrowed, watching Bowie give me a side-eye. Bowie was kind and sweet. Although he wasn't too friendly with Hugo, they had found the same equilibrium. At least, they didn't try to hurt each other. But... I didn't think Bowie would say such words to me.
'Don't covet what isn't yours.' Bowie peeled his gaze ahead. 'Greed is what started the holy war and what nearly pushed our Tarsa tribe to extinction. The forgotten history... I hope history won't repeat itself. Werewolves and vampires, gods and demons, and all creatures will be punished. The world might as well reset.'
"Bowie, I can't understand," I whispered.
This time, Bowie stood on his paws. He walked over in front of me.
'Come with me, little girl. On my back.' he cocked his head back, telling me to ride on his back. 'I will show you to a place we, the Tarsa tribe, protected all our lives.'
