His gaze fell on the figure of a large man who was full of wounds, the man's gaze seemed to judge several other men who followed in his footsteps. The golden-brown furry robe was a matter of pride for him and he knew it very well.
Moved up and gave a greeting that was able to make the men surprised. The same greeting as before, a greeting that the Werewolf created for the Lycans they respected.
As guardians of the lives of the Werewolf, they get great respect but it all ends in a painful traitor. How ironic their lives, fighting for the Werewolf but also being killed by them.
"Are you sure! That you are my son!?" the man in the middle asked, looking suspiciously at him because the girl in front of him was still a werewolf.
Traitors!
