The chief's smile faded instantly as he heard the word alliance. His eyes had a sharp glint to them, exactly like a predator's.
"What kind of alliance? Surely you don't expect skinwalkers and werewolves to work together."
"That is exactly what I'm suggesting. With the two of us working together, we can finally rid ourselves of the Nyx pack once and for all."
The chief said nothing, only stared at us. He then rubbed his fingers against his beardless chin as if thinking of something.
"That woman beside you is extraordinarily beautiful," he finally said. "Some of my men were asking about her. I can see why. Sadly, she has dog blood inside her, so she must die alongside you."
It seemed as if he didn't even give it a thought. I expected it to be honest, but still, it was disappointing.
Without wasting another second, the chief then turned to the guards.
"Open them up. Let's rid ourselves of them as soon as possible."
