Hazal was the only werewolf inside that vampire camp.
Her nose hurt with their collective scent. She never thought they smelled this bad. Perhaps it was because she had never been with so many of them at once. Letting go of the black, stone pendant on her neck that she was fidgeting with, she turned her attention to where it mattered.
" What exactly is this thing that is roaming about? "
Her eyes radiated authority as her tongue demanded answers, immediately.
The President sighed once more.
" Guess there is no more any room for hiding. Please sit around. "
He pointed towards Hazal , Caspian and Blaze.
" Your name is Hazal right? A member of the esteemed Elite Scot of the Werewolves! "
He began.
" It is sir. But i would like you to get straight to the point. You see, lives of
