The sudden appearance of a single Werewolf changed everything for Kanu.
Just moments ago, there had been a sense of control. He could feel the team working in sync, each member of the White Rose group moving with precision, supporting one another with coordination that came only through experience and trust.
They were pacing themselves well, managing the fight intelligently. The forest was full of planned routes and hidden traps they had set up ahead of time, creating safe zones and choke points to slow down and pick off their enemies.
But now, everything shifted.
Everything changed… because of one Werewolf.
“Why the hell is it wearing an iron mask over its snout?” Elijah asked, narrowing his eyes. “Isn’t that just getting rid of one of its weapons?”
“Can’t you see?” Kanu growled. “That’s no ordinary Werewolf.”
Before they could say anything more, the masked Werewolf moved.