Brynmor's POV
"Hey, don't run away!"
My shout boomed through the dense forest. The further we followed the shadow, the thicker the fog became, making it difficult to catch up with the shadow.
Our steps stopped right when the shadow stopped. Now, Jazz and I could see a black-robed figure standing with his back to us. Jazz and I remained vigilant even though the figure was alone and we would easily defeat the figure.
"Who are you?" I asked.
Instead of answering my question, this figure laughed. His laughter was not the kind of laughter that was filled with happiness, but a laughter that spread fear to anyone who heard him. However, I am not anyone, I am the strongest alpha in this country. This one werewolf's laughter will not shake my courage.
"You want to know who I am?
