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None of the werewolves said anything to one another. They just kept walking in the woods of East Petra. Yet, it did not mean that they did not look behind them to confirm if they were being followed.
They could not see anyone who followed them and even at this time, the night cloud cleared away from the surface of the earth and the bright cloud shone upon each of them.
The wolves transitioned into their human form and walked in their sadness, which was written thus on their faces. They used to be thirty-six in number, but now they have been reduced to thirty-four.
If it had been to the cold hands of death, it could have dawned better on their emotion, but to lose two of their own as bloodsuckers was such regret and yet no one would talk.
