Zane, a Beta and elder among the werewolves, had assumed the highest leadership in Wintertooth during Thorin and Puck's absence.
Sure, he could pass the responsibility to Charna, who'd held the fort when the trio had run off to the Kingdom of Eira, but that would be irresponsible. Thorin had entrusted Wintertooth to him, and he wouldn't fail that trust.
As he entered the courtyard, the werewolves of Wintertooth parted, making way for him. A group of very large, very angry-looking werewolves stood waiting for him, practically oozing 'bad guy' energy.
Zane didn't need a neon sign to figure out who the villains were. It was always easy to tell who the troublemakers were.
"State your purpose!" Zane's voice rang with authority.
Charna, Trudy, and Morgan hovered off to the side, exchanging glances that screamed, This is gonna be a disaster, while preparing for the inevitable chaos.
