As soon as I reach my room, I sit at the table on the porch smoking a cigarette. I need to tell my ministry of health to try to produce an anti-vaccine or antibiotics to fight against the deadly poison that kills any living beings. A week ago, in the east, a group of rogues attacked a pack of werewolves killing four and injuring two. The rogues have used the deadly poison in their knife and stabbed the werewolves.
Filthy rogue! No matter how hard we try to give them the privilege like all the werewolves in the country, they are stubborn and barbarous to do something filthy.
I puff the cigarette in relief as those five rogues are executed and I suppose that it will be a lesson for other vicious rogues who are scheming a conspiracy against the wolves.
The smoke floats in the air l
