Both Hamilton and Alexander were growing anxious by the second, not knowing when the battle was going to be over, and if they would have to face any of the enemies.
Hamilton could hear the faint screams and growls, which was a sign that the soldiers were still fighting the enemies. And in his heart, he was wishing that the soldiers wouldn’t let any of the werewolves find their way inside the inn.
‘I think Vincent was the one who caused that crash earlier,’ Hamilton thought to himself as he recalled hearing those crashing noises close by. He got a little worried for his new friend though. ‘I just hope that he is okay. I mean… he is Vincent. He must be okay… Right?’
Hamilton glared vacantly and wished for Vincent’s safety. ‘Even if you’re hurt, just hang on a little while longer. I will come and check on you the moment all the uproar dies down.’
Hamilton suddenly perked his ears when he heard a few pairs of footsteps closing in.
