By the time the sun was nearing its peak, the werewolf pack was already in full uproar.
Anger simmered through the ranks, and several werewolves set off to confront Thorin, demanding answers.
But Charna was one step ahead. She had already sprinted to his side to warn him of the brewing chaos, giving him a chance to prepare his response.
A large crowd of furious werewolves stomped their way toward Florian's hut, the ground practically trembling beneath their feet. Strangely enough—especially for werewolves—they knocked on his door.
Despite the rage that boiled over, they maintained some semblance of manners, which was downright bizarre under the circumstances.
With no response, the knocking escalated into banging, the door rattling under the force.
Inside, Florian was sound asleep, blissfully unaware. But the dark voice in his head nudged him awake, warning him about the incoming threat.
