Help Him

Liz's feet ached, and her legs burned as Callan led her down the seemingly endless path. "How long are we supposed to keep going? Do you even know where to go?" she complained.

Callan grumbled.

He hated not knowing what to do, especially in this strange and unfamiliar demon world. Every tree looked the same, every rock seemed to repeat itself. They were truly lost, wandering through a foreign realm with no sense of direction or purpose.

The air was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures in the shadows. Liz shuddered and clutched at Callan's arm. "How do you not know? Aren't you a demon? This is supposed to be your homeland, isn't it?" she asked.

Callan groaned. "No, Liz. I don't know this world. I wasn't born here. I am half demon from my mother's side. My father is a werewolf like you, and I grew up in his pack just like you."