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til this woman, Lol

adorned the walls. A fire had been lit in the large fireplace next to them. Russel was taken in by the almost hypnotic dance of their

ed the

but his father interrupted him

st do as I command. You are a fifth-bor

lthiest and most powerful werewolves in all the lands. Russel despised him. Despised his sharp, beak-like nose. His small, black eyes seemed capable of emoting only one thing, anger. Despite showing nothing but strength and power with his broad

eared him, he wasn't a moron, but he had learned a long time ago that Carter's moods were as swift to change as

old him, waving his

to leave. Before he could go,

and I'll tear your throat out with my teeth. Understood,

d point to bow in as mock

" he said, letting his voice

s fine with Russel. The less he had to interact with his father, the better in his opinion. He looked at the wall of animal heads, particularly t

apologize for the intrusion,"

tly hunched-over man. He was old, his hair just wisps of white fluff, and wrinkles seamed almost every inch of his face and neck. His hands looked almo

mew," Russel sai

caught and killed an impressive bison that was used for this evening's

e joining them this evening. I have been tasked with an urgent missio

" he said. Then he b

few in their kingdom so it was rare to see one in general. What exactly was the old man's story? He'd been working for his family si

to would be a two-week trek on horse. He was to go there, find the girl named Lola Tarnvol, kill her, and then leave just as quickly. That was the extent of the orders. If he got himself captured, he would only say that he acted u

ought to himself. Get in. Kill a

t, a lot. A lot

ingdoms, the Oclan Werewolves, the Harvenk Werewolves, and the human kingdom of Alscroft. The village he wanted, a tiny one not even represented on the map, was called Gloucester. It was, according to his father, on the foothills

nd some mead for good measure. After he was done, he left. He didn't say anything to his brothers, yet ano

on to himself. It took much longer to get out of the city than it normally would have if he had used a more direct route but at the end of the day, the extra care and time

just outside the gate where he bought a horse with a white and brown spotted coat he promptly named

nd out how wrong they were when Russel left them bloody, broken, and in some cases, in pieces. He didn't kill if he didn't have to, but in his mind thieves and murderers on

that, spread through the surrounding towns and villages. Suddenly, the roads

the horse could talk back. He quietly contemplated things as he traveled. Things like w

st importa

ll was Lol