All the werewolves had been gathered in the meeting room and no one understood what their host Alpha Draken was waiting for. The leader didn't seem to be himself. At least, they were aware of that.
Throughout the residence, there was a strange atmosphere and that was the second thing everyone was aware of. Terror had taken hold of Crescent Moon pack and they found out who was the tormentor as soon as Black walked through the door.
Blood. The blood of a werewolf. The scent penetrated their nostrils with a potency that made bile rise in their throats. The smell preceded the creak of the door opening to reveal Wyatt's body where the wizard had taken shelter. The sound of his footsteps echoed on the floor of the room which suddenly fell silent.
