Alfred entered Worton High School.
Fenrir let out a hoarse growl.
"Has he left already? Well, he must have realized that we're hunting him down, which is why he attacked Cyril. If he wants to do anything to that guy, this is his last chance.
"Luckily, he doesn't know we have you; his connection to Odin grows stronger each time the sun rises. And he'll be gradually exposed right under your nose."
Fenrir shook his head.
"Come on, let's go in and see. He can't escape."
One person and one wolf entered the school as if nobody else was around.
It seemed like no one could see them.
The duo arrived at the classroom where Hela attended classes.
Fenrir crawled in the door and frolicked around the room like a familiar, fluffy "evil wolf."
Alfred Huxley leaned against the door, waiting for Fenrir to complete the investigation.
But he waited for a while, and Fenrir didn't come out.
Hewitt looked back confused.
