Reunion

The man with the yellow marigold eyes takes him to a different hall. The hall was longer and quieter, which made Sebastian suspicious.

This was his first time in this place, so how did he know he was not being taken to the lion's den for slaughter? He doesn't know this man, and what if he doesn't have good intentions?

Vampires and werewolves haven't gotten along for two thousand years. Too much bloodshed and hatred had made two different species become enemies, despite the peace treaty.

Now that he had stepped into a werewolf treaty, how would he know they wouldn't kill him to spite the vampires?

Sebastian asked the werewolf, hoping to ease the tension. "What's your name?"

The werewolf glanced at him curiously and warily, but his shoulder seemed to relax, knowing that he was not going to cause any trouble.

He said, "You can call me Noah, and you already know that I'm a werewolf."