Stephen, the little demon kicked a stray rock as he wandered along the edge of the town’s river. He’d caught the foul scent of an elf hours ago and had eagerly been on the hunt since. Eldar, the little elf, would pay. Bloody bastard.
He'd been convinced that this was his chance to prove Dimitri, the council's leader. His joy was quickly turned to annoyance as the trail led him on a seemingly endless goose chase through the mud and muck that this town generated in plenty. For the umpteenth time, he pondered dropping out of this werewolf-helping business and retiring to a beautiful peaceful location in the mountains or the south.
The humidity did nothing for his skin. After all, it wasn’t like the cold-blooded Alpha Xeon actually appreciated his spectacular skills. The alpha barely acknow
