Ranio's POV
I could feel the tension in the room thickening with each passing second. The men surrounding us weren’t seasoned warriors, that much was clear. Their movements were sloppy, their hands trembling as they gripped their swords. They were just low-level werewolves, likely trying to prove themselves to someone higher up. If we fought, I knew we could take them down easily.
But that wasn’t the problem. The moment we unleashed our power, we would draw too much attention. The last thing we needed was a full-blown pack coming down on us, and in a territory that wasn’t our own, it would be impossible to escape unnoticed.
“We can’t fight them here,” I muttered under my breath, keeping my gaze fixed on the scarred man leading the pack of thugs.
"If we do, we’ll bring the whole damn
