The wanderers' POV:
With the construction, the nightlife of the spring rain pack had gradually become richer. The heavy atmosphere of death was leaving this Land of Hope and was replaced by endless vitality and energy.
Under the cover of midnight and the shadows, a team of werewolves was sneaking around the hidden corner of the Spring Rain Pack. They were travel-worn and had extraordinary skills. Their fierce faces were full of shrewdness and hostility, and each had a strong evil aura and bloody smell, making hiding an extremely difficult thing.
"Damn it. I told you this wasn't reliable. I was right!" One of the short and strong werewolves spat angrily. "We were all f*cking tricked by that old thing! He said he wouldn't have to worry about food and water for the rest of his life after this big deal, but now he's almost losing his life!"
