That man narrowed his eyes, he looked at Hope quizzically. "If he wants to come, let him come," he said calmly and put his fingers on his lips then he whistled.
As if it was on cue, there were around fifteen people came out from the bushes and behind the trees, wearing the same cloak like the one that this man wore. Those people were his henchmen.
They circled Hope and that man with spears in their hands.
Hope wanted to tell them that their mortality and spears wouldn't be able to hold back the white beast, but then Hope realized, a metal was tied on the tip of the spear. It was not an ordinary metal, but silver.
Apparently, these hunters knew their opponent pretty well and Hope began to worry.
"If you took me because you think my life is in danger, rest assured, I am more than happy to be with them rather than in here to be with you," Hope blabbered. She was looking around her and realized they were ready for a battle.
