In the thick of the forest, the werewolf leader watched intently as his brethren clashed with the Dark Wolf Zombies. Initially, a smug smile crept onto his face, seeing his werewolves seemingly gaining the upper hand. Their coordinated attacks and skilled use of weapons began to inflict serious injuries on the Dark Wolf Zombies. The sight of his pack dominating the battle filled him with a sense of pride and satisfaction.
However, his smile slowly faded as he noticed Ophelia and Blackie's reactions – or rather, their lack of reaction. Ophelia stood casually, observing the battle with a look of amusement, while Blackie remained stoic and alert beside her. Neither of them showed any signs of concern or fear, even as their forces seemed to be taking a beating.
The werewolf leader's brows furrowed, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. "Why aren't they worried? What are they planning?" he thought to himself, his earlier confidence giving way to suspicion.
