Xerxes stood on top of the roof looking down at the humans and where the werewolves were darting in and out of the trees waiting. He'd come here to do something, to get control of the anger that was inside of him on Zani's behalf. He could still feel the pain, and it wasn't going to go away with time. Zani was hurting this night and all Xerxes could do was let it out on someone else. So attacking this group watching them and freeing their prisoners sounded good. He didn't expect to fly in and see this.
He'd come to destroy the place, but now he was watching. This was interesting, the werewolves were on the offensive here. As of late most had been leaving the humans alone. He recognized Kirosho's group but there were others that he didn't know. Looked like the packs were fighting back.
