It was Monday, which means it was time to try again to unite the werewolves with the magic users and spell casters. We were all sitting down at the table in the conference room.
Issac stayed quiet and everyone just went over what they said the other day and how they still felt the same way about each other. I looked across at the wolves. “You guys don’t want to respect the rest of us because you think we’re weak.” I thought about Scorch and Issac, they were at odds right away but Scorch earned Issac's respect by showing his dominance. “We might not be as physically strong as you guys but our magic is, let us prove it. Us three in a fight against you three.” I challenged them.
I needed to beat a werewolf at their own game and they seemed to like the idea since they all agreed except Issac
