The Packmaster was astonished at that gesture, believing that no one would ever refuse such a gift and realizing more and more that the warrior before him had a good and pure soul, untouched by injustice.
"What happened in there is not your fault, you admitted it yourself. Your powers have made you uncontrollable and bloodthirsty... and I understand you. But I couldn't let this flow passively before my eyes. I'm the one who apologizes, Thyrius, for completely destroying this square and part of your childhood castle, I'm sure with your skill, you and your men will be able to fix it in record time" Dag smiled, showing empathy for the Werewolves leader.
"... yes, I'm sure we will. Klorr is ours again!" Bloodfang shouted joyfully at his soldiers, turning backward and hailing victory again.
The screams of happiness exploded, filling the ears of everyone present.
