[Kirk's P.O.V.]
Standing in front of me was a middle-aged werewolf with a respectful expression. He didn't look down on me at all just because of my young age. I held the bone whistle tightly and pressed it against my chest. Then, I looked at the dozens of werewolves who had appeared in an orderly manner. My heart was beating fast and I even felt that the nerves in my brain were gradually getting excited!
This was the team my grandfather had personally trained! Everyone was full of fighting spirit! I didn't even dare believe that they would listen to my orders. However, the sight of the werewolves in front of me made me excited!
