Hunting Day was a festival to remind werewolves how their kind used to gather food before winter.
With traps and breeding technology, real hunting was no longer necessary. Over time, the instinct to hunt started to fade.
That was why every academy held Hunting Day every year.
Shannon, Larry, and Edwin gathered in the living room in their wolf forms.
Two large brown wolves with thick fur that looked brave and powerful, and one smaller golden wolf that looked elegant.
Meanwhile, I still couldn't shift, but the shifting clothes were comfortable even for someone like me who didn't need them.
The material was soft, mixed with flexible yet sturdy leather. The emerald accents made the outfit look luxurious.
"Mother's children are all so wonderful," Mother said excitedly, even praising me.
If only I could hide behind a rock. I was the only one who couldn't shift. Embarrassing didn't even begin to cover it.
