"Alright..." The boy couldn't think of a better reason at the moment, so he reluctantly accepted this explanation.
"That's not important, the issue at hand is, how did they manage to follow us?" The Tyrant frowned.
They had been very cautious to shake off their pursuers, keeping an eye on their surroundings all the way. They were certain they hadn't been followed, yet their pursuers managed to catch up with them and even set an ambush here ahead of them...
"It seems they have some means of tracking us!" The white youth sighed. Being constantly tailed this way, they would eventually lose the advantage of being in Zone Two.
"This can't go on!"
After some consideration, the Tyrant suddenly turned to the Werewolf boy and the white man, "Both of you, choose fifty highly agile werewolves. When the others show up again, join me in attacking them. This time, we must completely drive them away!"
