JACK THE BOOTLICKER

The sun was rising from the east when a burly man with tattoo along his right arm staggered along a deserted island. His tattooed right hand gripped his left shoulder, which still ached even though it had been more than six hours since an extremely violent kick hit his sturdy shoulder. It was the first time someone's kick made him helpless and unable to even get up immediately afterwards.

Yes, the man's figure was Jack Madris. He just returned from the city to the werewolves' base on the island. Yes, Jack was the wolf who attacked Kevin last night. Remembering it made Jack felt pain all over his body.

Last night was his second time attacking the scientist, but it was the first time he experienced the bizarre thing. It looked like he had to ask someone about Kevin.

"Jack?"

The tattoed man was about to walk toward the hut occupied by Blue, but a call from behind him made him turn his head. He found Mike's figure stared at him in confusion.