At first, Martin wasn’t used to the way everyone in the Wolfteeth Tribe treated him—with so much respect and even awe.
But after hearing “thank you, Martin” and “our savior” so many times, he gradually got used to it.
In fact, he had to admit—it felt pretty good.
Just as he was strolling through the tribe, enjoying the peaceful morning, Wolfnine came running toward him.
“Martin!” he called out breathlessly.
“What is it?” Martin asked.
“The chieftain wants to see you. He said it’s urgent.”
“Alright, I’ll head there right away.” Martin nodded and turned toward Skywolf’s dwelling.
The chieftain’s quarters were located at the deepest part of the tribe—inside a cave.
But unlike the one Martin lived in, this one was dark and mysterious.
Even with torches flickering on the walls, the sh
