The next week, Taylor gathered his small, yet loyal army. Armed only with swords and daggers (which Taylor insisted would suffice), the group marched towards their new destination. They traveled through the night and arrived just after dawn at their destination.
After making their entrance, Taylor stepped out onto the open field, his sword drawn. He scanned the area slowly, careful not to let his guard down. His gaze fell upon a tall, imposing castle perched atop a hill. An ancient forest surrounded it, dark and foreboding, the ominous aura radiating from within the trees creating a sense of foreboding that permeated the entire area.
A growl broke through the peaceful stillness of the morning. A large group of werewolves burst out of the surrounding forest, their glowing red eyes flashin
