In the narrow underground dark chamber, the burning candle was extinguished, a wisp of white smoke rose, and darkness enveloped the room.
With their keen sense of smell and powerful night vision, the werewolves in the room chose the battle environment best suited for themselves.
Nighttime was their moment to hunt.
Mud Shadow could mask scents, but the bats Edward had released to scout were detected by the werewolves, and not even the faintest odor could escape their nostrils.
The stench of bats...
A werewolf named Kenneth had a rough guess about the newcomers outside the door, for only that group of haughty and arrogant Blood Tribe would employ such dirty creatures as bats.
