EARLIER THAT NIGHT
It was before the storm started that a young boy was dragged and brought to a gathering of the clan of werewolves.
He was wearing clothes made from silk and other rich materials, but now it was covered in mud and ripped to shreds. All of his opulent clothing now meant nothing.
"Let me go!" The boy shouted and tried to break free from the chain that was around his neck. "You will regret taking me!"
The boy was being pulled like a dog in what appeared to be some gathering of werewolves.
"Insolent brat. Shut up." One of the men slapped the boy in the head and knocked him to the ground. "Bow your head down in front of the Alpha."
The boy raised his head and then met the eyes of a frightening man. If one could even call them a man. The boy was aware that there was no sane man that would act like this.
