The locals had bound Kyle to an olive tree with heavy chains under the faint moonlight. Around twenty werewolves had gathered to observe the sacrifice, while a squid-like humanoid held the ceremony, chittering incantations while wielding a scepter. Kyle guessed the Moon Man worshippers were a relative minority in the community.
Unfortunately, the majority had given Kyle the silent treatment.
“Brother, is that smart?” Chocolatine asked her brother, one of the few who did argue against the adventurer’s capture. “He is the dragon’s chief of staff, and that one is angry already…”
“He burnt our previous home, sis,” Croissant pointed out. Unlike his sister, he had shapeshifted in a monstrous, car-sized black wolf, glaring at Kyle with seething hatred.
“Yes, which is why I don’t want him to b
