The sky was dark, the young night was calm, and had a strong source of lights. The stars were glowing, twinkling at the settlers.
Wilmore made sure all of the men she brought with her ran unconscious and tossed them all before the cave's entrance door.
Livia was shivering, she slipped on the ground, Oliver grabbed her arm.
"Milady!"
The shadow of that disastrous werewolf stretched on them who could not breathe adequately, both ran pale.
Wilmore neared them, brushing his rage down to the deeps, his figure formed to the handsome but fierce figure. His black hair locks landed on his forehead. His sharp visions were twinkling winning the light servers overhead in the sky.
He clenched his fists, hung ice blades shaped above her now unconscious men. He exposed his fangs and his figure blocked the moon view for them.
"Sister! I see that you didn't take my warning seriously!"
His eyes drifted on that disgusting butler.
