“Hundred days.”
Cormac was helping me pack my things, while I was drooling in the thoughts of the prophesy of the sage, and the failure of the goddess to speak on the future of the hundred days hunt.
“That’s a lot of space for the rebels to gang up with their allies and strike the pack in your absence.” He said and lifted the bag he had stuffed up with supplies.
I looked up at him and stood from my seat. I had gotten myself a belt for Dante’s sword, so, the sword was leaning and dangling to the left side of my waist from where I could draw it with my right hand and use it in combat with ease.
It looked so good in my possession than it ever was under Dante’s possession. But we don’t put our trust in swords when we meet our kind in their wolf form, but if the enemy is in his human form,
