Locked Up [III]

The Wulfnar's castle in the night was silent as usual. A tall middle-aged Lycan in black was standing outside Wulfgar's study door, reporting in a low voice, "My lord, it's me, Wendell."

"Come in." Wulfgar's cold voice came from the door.

Wendell pushed open the door and entered, raised his head and listened to Wulfgar's question eagerly. "Uncle, where is Yannick?"

Wendell sighed secretly. Yan Mo had just set off for a few hours, where else could he go? However, he didn't show it on his face, he just reported in a serious tone. "Don't worry, my lord, Yannick has set off a few hours ago and traveled thousands of miles a day in pursuit of the wind. I believe he will arrive at the Momen site in a few days."

Wulfgar, whose face was always low, nodded in reply.