🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀
We stared in stunned silence, my mind processing the words that had just been spoken. “Some weird-looking creatures, alongside the werewolves, are here… the real werewolves. They came with their alpha leading in front.” Othello said.
“The werewolves?” Bruno asked to be positive and Othello nodded in acceptance, repeatedly stamping his feet anxiously.
“What? Why? Where…” I blurted out, “The last time we met with werewolves, it was war.”
“I don't know,” Othello retorted firmly, “But I don't think they want war this time, they look too peaceful to be wanting war. You should perhaps talk to them, Arwan.”
“Why me? I have barely recovered,” I lamented.
Othello glanced at me, “You lead us here, you are the ancient one. Plus – I don't want Bruno's life to be in danger.”
“Huh
