Ace's POV
Ray and I approached the man lying on the road, his body silhouetted against the dusty ground.
I scanned his clothes, noting their fine fabric. He doesn't look like a bandit, I thought, intrigued but cautious.
Just as I reached to touch him, he suddenly jolted awake. He seized the sword hidden beneath his chest with lightning reflexes, spinning to face me. I barely managed to dodge his strike.
"A!" Ovelia shouted, her voice laced with concern.
"Is this a trap?!" Ray growled, eyes narrowing as he scanned the surroundings for threats.
I glanced at the wagon, feeling a tense knot in my stomach. Ann had moved closer to Ovelia, a protective stance ready in case more werewolves emerged.
