_You Owe Me Nothing

(Warning: Violence and Gore ahead. Not too graphic)

The ground outside was covered with a thin layer of snow.

However, it was slowly getting stained by the blood of fallen werewolves.

Many of them who had successfully left the event Hall shifted into their wolves, either trying to flee out of the estate or joining the pack soldiers to fight against the Hunters.

The Hunters all wore black attires and positioned themselves at strategic spots where they either threw bombs or silver arrows.

I was able to notice this within a few seconds of arriving at the battlefield.

'First things first... I need to see if I can save some of my people.' I thought to myself, my gaze landing on a group of wolves.

They seemed like a family, consisting of a mother and father who shifted and a girl and two boys under eighteen.

The children obviously couldn't shift and hence, were more vulnerable.