Rosina drank the warm milk with a deep satisfied sigh. Vanda left after their conversation, leaving her alone in the tree branch.
At that moment, the war between the rogues and the knights was about to end. To Rosina's surprise, the rogues were winning.
Even though the knights had silver swords and armor. Their number of troops wasn't enough to defeat all the wolves that attacked them.
"In a war like this, numbers play a huge role," Rosina muttered and leaned on the tree trunk.
Draco, Gastone, Silvio, and several knights were still standing, but they noticed their disadvantages seeing their fallen troops. They faced the gigantic beige wolf that spitted a knight's dead body.
The wolf shifted into his human form and faced them.
"Surrender and deliver my message to the Monarch," Pepe stated firmly, and the rest of the wolves gathered in front of him as protection.
