Arlin moved away swiftly before the king of the Werewolves lays a finger on him. All the while, a small yet wicked smile was playing on his lips. His eyes gleamed with mirth and amusement as he watched the mighty king getting frustrated at each passing second.
It took him years to plan this. He observed all these years how these werewolves lock themselves during this particular night every year. It did take him a few years to discover why they did that and when he eventually found out the night weakens them, he knew he had to fulfill his unfinished business with werewolves on this night.
Where he would have a higher chance at victory.
Arthur might have forgotten it but he was the reason Arlin lost his only son a century ago. His son had trespassed into their territory unknowingly but h
