On the rooftop of a house.
Krynda gazed ahead at where the opposing camp was located while cleaning the blood.
His mind was occupied by the ambush from earlier.
'As expected, the rumours stand true. Someone there can bypass my senses—that could even sense an invisible entity easily and hone over hundreds of years. Whoever that person was, he must be a member of the Silverstar Pack.'
'Is this really a natural selection…? What are we even fighting for if Prince Alaric already surrendered?'
A hand slipped from behind and brushed his chest.
Instinctively, Krynda grabbed it and turned around in alert.
But his expression eased when he realized that it was his Luna, a female Werewolf with an odd cheerful smile, which was uncharacteristic for a Werewolf to have. She has warm brown fur, but the fur on her core was pristine white, a beautiful contrast of color.
Maarka.
"Give it to me, let me clean you up…"
