"Not far from where we are headed, we will pass a human village." Alita pointed at the entrance made of red bricks from a distance.
"Yes, why did you stop?" Morgan asked sarcastically as he loosened the reins of his horse.
Alita snorted and rolled her eyes. She snickered. "We can't dress like this. Especially you, dog. "
Morgan glared fiercely at Alita, unable to accept the vampire girl's constant cursing of a dog.
Iris looked at herself, she was wearing a long red dress shirt with a vest that was tied at her waist. She was also wearing black pants wrapped in knee-high leather shoes, she looked up at Morgan. The werewolf was wearing only shorts and a worn blue shirt that had no buttons.
Iris turned to Alita again, the vampire girl was wearing a yellowish black dress, she looked more like a man with her hair cut, her make-up was thick and seemed to below, and her lips were even black.
The only one who was normal and looked like a human was Thomas.
"Okay, let's change into more human-like clothes." Iris jumped off her horse. He didn't want to cause an uproar among humans with the arrival of this strange people.
After all Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches should never be in the same group. They were never in sync. Perhaps this had just happened to Iris and her entourage.
Humans will be afraid if they know their identity.
As Alita got down and tied her horse to the tree, Thomas just looked up at them in turn.
Iris approached Morgan, she took out a white shirt from her magic pocket, Morgan took it and put it on carelessly.
"You have to button the shirt," Iris muttered under her breath, her hand rising to help the werewolf tidy up his clothes.
Morgan looked down, he smiled widely. His breath roaring against Iris's head, the Witch looked up and smiled.
Iris hand had finished buttoning all the buttons on Morgan's shirt, moved to his head, and smoothed out his disheveled hair. Morgan looks a hundred times more handsome than usual if he is like this.
Iris's cheeks were completely red, she felt her chest-thumping suddenly, and she nervously pulled her hand away from Morgan's head.
The werewolf grinned widely, he caught Iris's hand and brought it to her lips, kissing her gently.
Iris's face was completely red, even up to her ears. She pulled her hand nervously.
"You, what are you doing?"
Morgan chuckled softly, Iris' long hair falling into his hands.
"I've been wanting to do this to you for a long time. You're my Luna."
Iris snorted and lightly smacked Morgan's arm. She was too embarrassed at the moment to respond to the werewolf's words.
"Tch! What a perverted couple! " Alita cursed in a low voice, she turned around and saw Thomas, who was also staring at the scene, his eyes narrowed.
"Morgan, you go first with Thomas, Alita and I will change clothes. Wait for us in front of the village gate."
Morgan, who was in a good mood, nodded vigorously. He glanced at Thomas, who was still standing stiffly. "Come on, brat."
Thomas snorted, he got on the horse with Morgan. Anger growing in his heart, he looked back and found Iris smiling at them.
Or for Morgan?
Thomas wanted to grab the hair of the werewolf sitting in front of him because he was angry.
The horse walked slowly, away from Iris and Alita, Morgan hummed softly, he deliberately made slow movements, so that Thomas, who was behind him, would be more annoyed.
"The gate is over there, why are we turning?" Thomas protested when he saw them move away from the actual gate.
"We pass behind now and then," said Morgan nonchalantly. Originally, he wasn't a person who liked to stand around waiting, he'd better turn around to see what's going on and then come back to meet the women.
Because usually, the woman takes a long time to change clothes.
Thomas no longer protested with Morgan, he sat stiffly in the back, his eyes moving to and fro, looking around.
The village inhabited by humans is surrounded by red brick walls that are very high, almost two meters. He can't see what the atmosphere is like inside the village, only trees and shrubs grow wild around the walls, the rest is just dense forest.
The path that Morgan chose was also not the main road used by humans, it was a new path that Morgan broke through.
"We won't get lost, will we?" Thomas asked worriedly, he looked back and all he saw were bushes and green trees.
If he was sent back, he wouldn't know his way home. The red brick walls surrounding the human village were not even visible anymore.
"No, I have good instincts," Morgan said casually.
The wind blew softly, the leaves rustled against each other, making a sound, Morgan pulled the reins, looked around, and sniffed softly.
"What is it?" asked Thomas again.
Morgan didn't answer Thomas's words. He got off his horse and looked around sharply. Thomas was still sitting on the horse, he followed Morgan's gaze. In front of them, there was only a thick tree.
Tree branches crunched in the wind. The dry leaves that fell to the ground flew, Thomas gulped. He started to feel something was wrong.
Morgan growled, his wolf fangs popped out, his eyes flashed, the wind was blowing hard, the tree branches creaked and snapped, and Thomas squinted his eyes at the source of the wind, he was flabbergasted.
Between the two swaying trees, he saw a wolf with white fur and blood-red eyes staring at the two of them calmly.
"Morgan, is that one of your pack Blue Moon?" Thomas asked again, he was staring intently.
The wolf looked dangerous, and its aura was terrifying.
Morgan ignored Thomas, he took off his clothes and, in an instant, turned into a big gray wolf. He stepped on all fours, approaching.
Thomas didn't know what to do. He just sat stiffly on the horse. Morgan wasn't in a good mood right now. He had better get out of the way and not disturb the werewolf.
The white wolf howled loudly, the wind around him was getting stronger, blowing the leaves and carrying dust, Thomas closed his eyes quickly.
The howls of the wolves intertwined as if they were communicating. When Thomas opened his eyes, he saw neither Morgan nor the white wolf.
They disappeared along with the leaves that fell to the ground, the wind had stopped blowing, the atmosphere had become silent.
Thomas grabbed the reins of the horse and groaned.
Now that he didn't know his way home, he could probably just wait for Morgan to come back, or maybe wait for Iris to find him.
He is really weak. Thomas looked up and saw where the white wolf had been standing, his heart was wondering, Where did Morgan go with the wolf?
Also, who is the white wolf?