Andrew stepped forward and hid me behind him, his eyes shooting daggers at the animals. It was the ultimate fight between werewolves and the king of the jungle.
There were all kinds of animals you'd expect to see in a jungle, except they looked much, much fiercer than the ones you'd see in a storybook. Perhaps because most of the animals in fairy tales are cursed by a witch and are actually princes from other countries. These ones are not.
A few animals' mouths watered at the sight of us, as if we were a scrumptious meal ready to be eaten. Little did they know that it could most likely be the other way around.
"Let me show you who's the king," Andrew said, puffing out his chest towards the few lions and tigers before him. "It's time to show the power of the second strongest werewolf alive."
Hearing it, Jack cleared his throat, reminding him that he was here. "Third strongest."
