#Chapter62
SILVAN
'This is a mess,' I thought to myself as I looked at the burning buildings and wounded werewolves. Although there seemed to have been no one who died yet, judging by the intensity of the attack, it wouldn't be strange if every wolf in the pack would be eliminated.
My brows furrowed as I scanned the surroundings. At that moment, I was right outside the border of the northern territory, just behind the attackers. Indeed, there were a big number of the members of the resistance present. Additionally, the crazy blood-suckers were present and seemed to be having a good time wreaking havoc.
Undoubtedly, the fight that was happening wasn't merely a fight between the creatures. Instead, it was a war. The start of a war that would determine the annihilation of either the werewolves in my reign or the vampires.
My eyes narrowed at the werewolves that were much stronger than the usual werewolves.
