Troy, the unnatural blonde!

Louis’s POV

I didn't need to know them to know which level of werewolves we were facing. They were a subset of omega-level werewolves or weaker betas that did everything they could to gain their boss's approval and attention. They were by no means an ideal group, but even the weakest and most incompetent groups had a leader too, and our huge friend, who, despite his best efforts, was quite clear that his hair wasn't naturally blonde and was looking at us mockingly, seemed to be their spokesman ... their leader!

He stared at us a little with contempt, especially at me, and after looking at his friends briefly, they all suddenly burst out laughing! They seemed to be in a good mood!

"You see something funny? It's cold and damp here ... we can definitely enjoy a good joke too!"

I hoped that by being friendly I could seem innocent enough to help prevent a violent fight from starting, but given the look in their blonde leader's eyes ... he was looking for trouble!