The Werewolf continued sniffing the air, and his empty eye socket began bleeding, "Even though your scent has changed, your Aura remains the same little chick."
Rowan was silent, he looked at the tortured werewolf as he remembered the last time he had seen this individual, but at that time he was not a wolf but a man.
The pain from where that man held his shoulders, and he freezes him, remained inside his head.
The pain remained, and so also was his fury.
"Boris? Is that you?"
The blind Werewolf grinned, his serrated teeth that resembled a shark glinted in the flames cast by the red light, "In the flesh, little chick or what's left of it."
"Who did to you, Boris?" Rowan said as he looked around, "They really did a number on you, you are more spikes than a wolf at this point."
