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Trevor
When the last of the rogue werewolves’ dead bodies were at my feet, the fighting will stop. Spitting on their carcasses, I stepped over the dead to face the last six werewolves that were still alive. Out of thirty werewolves only these six remained. I was secretly impressed with their fighting skills, but I wasn’t about to let them know it. It would be a shame to kill them. I could use excellent fighters on my team.
“Who wants to die next?”
The one with a vertical scar down his right side stepped forward. “I don’t speak for the others, because I feel every man has a voice for himself, but your crew has shown strength and cunningness. I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you and fight by your side,” he said.
His chest was bare. He had an array of wounds and scars that marr
