"Marx, I don't think it is a good idea to shoot them. Let us just let them be." Amaya said hurriedly. She was alarmed when Marx took out the gun.
Marx calmed down and returned the gun to a hidden holster under his vest.
"Go inside the tent. Vasquez and I will take turns to watch." He instructed Amaya gently.
Amaya wanted to refute. She did not need to sleep in a tent. She can sleep on the ground in a sleeping bag. Didn't she grow up in the jungle?
"Princess, please sleep inside the tent." Marx urged her, intentionally reminding her that she was a princess and she deserved the special treatment.
The three dark shadows looming above them gave Marx an ominous feeling. However, he was comforted by the fact that they were inside a safe house and the werewolves should not be able to break in.
Wolves howls filled the air. The three beasts growled and two of them left but one remained and he seemed to be the leader of the pack.
