Alister looked down at Glen's body. A calmer and more attentive look at the latter was enough for him to see that the werewolf's wounds had already closed. There was no reason for him to stay like this, idle on the ground. He had met him just a few hours ago and he had played a trick that most people would have called treason and yet he didn't know why, but the creature lying on the ground next to him had decided regardless to help him and he didn't know how to feel about it.
To think that after millennia the goddess had finally decided to let them out and had sent a werewolf, a non-human creature to free them, not only from this place that was like a carved hell but from their thirst which prevented them from living in the human world seemed impossible. It was too beautiful for him to believe. That was the reason why he had stuck to his plan and pushed his new allies into an ambush.
