Alex stepped out into the Werewolf realm. It was an odd sensation for him, he felt heavier and the world was different than his own had been. It was beautiful, however, with a bright shining sun and massive trees all around him. He shaded his eyes with his arm for a moment, trying to get his bearings. He would have to find the Royal werewolf city to talk to the queen and to start a takeover.
Alexander saw the city on the horizon and started to head for it. There wasn’t really a path, but Alexander made his way through the forest ahead. The forest was quiet. Uncharacteristically quiet, but Alexander didn’t know what to expect in the woods.
Suddenly a darkness came over him. Some kind of cover like a net, but thick and without holes was on top of him. In an instant, he unfurled his wing
