She walked with the meanest man she had ever come across slowly.
It wasn't an assumption but Brock or whatever the woman had called him was the meanest of the Werewolves she had come across, and it did seem he was responsible for the dungeon as he appeared to have a bunch of keys tucked to his left and to make matters worse he stunk like hell.
Ugh…
Aerona could not count the number of times she had to throw up in her mouth when he got too close.
It seemed some wolves knew nothing about staying kempt and hygiene, but at that moment, that was the last thing on her mind.
She was more concerned about where he was taking her as he had said nothing as they walked slowly, only cautioning her to walk faster and that came with snares, of course.
The alleyway was still, it was either too late
