A figure pushed through the crowd, clearly someone of importance based on how the others deferred to him. This werewolf was massive—easily eight feet tall with a muscular build that suggested both strength and speed. His fur was a deep gray with silver highlights, and his eyes glowed with an amber light that spoke of significant power.
He wore more elaborate armor than the others, clearly marked with rank insignia. A massive greatsword hung at his back, the blade inscribed with runes that pulsed with magical energy.
"I can see smoke coming from the direction of Merc Assault's lair," the leader said, his voice carrying authority and barely suppressed rage. "Is that your doing?"
